There were six of them playing three against three, their bags and discarded clothing acting as make-shift goalposts. And though they clearly weren't ...teenagers--at a guess, their average age was at least thirty years old--they were behaving as though they were, their constant banter and ribbing of each other audible on the breeze.But then even I could deduce that the tall, skinny bloke they called Tim wasn't exactly what you'd call a natural sportsman. 'Oh fucking hell, mate!' one of them cried. Her hands slowly stroking her thighs while he gently fondled her offered breasts. His hands rubbed her tits while his fingers played with her stiff nipples. He tweaked them and pulled at them, sometimes eliciting a slight gasp and her fingers slowly worked their way down her legs and into her pussy. Gently rubbing back and forth, she leaned back and closed her eyes while she gently masturbated as he fondled her breasts. Her fingers would rub the outside oh her pussy while slipping in a finger. “Youse want respect when its youse and those like youse what cost us our homes? What cost us our loved ones? Git and leave us be, sir knight! Just git and leave us be!”The woman began to cry and turned. A younger man with broad shoulders and long, muscular arms grabbed her and pulled her to his chest. He had a great brown beard which hid his lower face, but his brown eyes were sharp and piercing under a wildly unkempt mane of slightly darker brown hair. The older woman wailed, her arms wrapping. I kissed her goodbye and sat wondering what was going on as I finished my coffee.I decided that there was something going on and I had to find out what it was. I looked in the clothes hamper and found another pair of panties that I didn’t recognize. It was in the same condition as the pair I had found the day before, a cum stained crotch and a hard film inside them. Now my mind started racing and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Was my wife having an affair? I decided that I would go.