Oliver walked up the stairs with Thea's sleeping body in his arms. He opened the door to her room, and gently placed her on her bed."Good night, Speed...," he said with a loving voice as he kissed her on the forehead.He slowly walked out of her room, stealing one last glance at her, and then moved away. As he entered his bedroom, he took off his clothes until he was only in his boxers and nothing else. He crawled under his covers, hoping for a restful night's sleep.Oliver began to shut his eyes. The 62 year old, scrawny, agile and tough old woman looked marvellous from my view, not seeing detail but guessing she was slowly working the tips of her finger in and out, around the folds and over the lips of her pussy. I must have stood there for five minutes, afraid to move, afraid to walk backwards and ease away, afraid to say anything. Bear in mind I had never had sight of a near naked female before, relying on the magazines.Her big white cotton drawers were around her ankles. Her pale. I laughed on the inside and turned the device a little higher. The girl jumped away from John and fell on the floor; luckily we were concealed from her father thanks to the rows and rows of digital equipment. I barely had time to notice that her shorts were wet when she pulled them down and stuck her index and middle finger inside her shaved, teenage, pink clit. She moaned, wave after wave of spasms coming over her. She then got up on her knees and looked straight at John’s eyes. Johny noticed. His mind drifted as his muscles relaxed under the pounding spray. His soapy hand slid over the slight bulge of his belly and drifted down to give his fat dick a squeeze as he recalled making love to Anita the morning before. He slowly stroked his semi-hard dick, thinking of her thick red lips wrapped around it. The clock in the living room chimed six o’clock, interrupting his reminiscence. Realizing he was running late, Mike pushed Anita out of his head and let his penis slip from his hand..