Tim, their son, was visiting Brenda’s parents for a few days, so the house should have been empty!Brian crawled over trusses toward the area from wh...ch the noises were coming. After moving fifteen feet closer, Brian was able to determine the origin of the sounds. It was his bedroom!Conversation grew much more distinct as Brian settled over an unused air conditioning vent in his bedroom ceiling. Brenda had insisted the old vent was blowing cold air on her at night, thus causing her frequent neck. Her ivory white skin was glowing and her hair was dripping water. She unhesitatingly took off her towel and started drying her hair with it. She had no bra on and was wearing a flimsy pink silk panty.I told her when she was drying her hair. “Papa had another heart attack at about 7:00 PM. The operation will not be tomorrow. He has to stabilise again and maybe it will take a day or two” I said. She looked at me with wide open eyes. By now, like her, more than anything sex was foremost in my mind. She looked like a bronze statue from an era lost to time and I couldn’t get enough.Once her torso was oiled, she turned around and spanked her ass as she tied her hair up and oiled her plump ass cheeks. I made her twerk for me as she looked back at me, and she finally let her hair drop.Angela tilted the cam to the floor where she splayed her oiled body open for me to see. She lifted her pussy towards me and rubbed herself while she looked into the cam intently. She began grinding her pussy into. He asked "Does that feel good?" Again she said yes. He said "It looks very good. Lean back and let me enjoy your sweet pussy." As she leaned back he continued to stroke her and then his fingers rubbed her clit. He rubbed the clit between two fingers as his other hand ran a finger down her slit. He then slid a finger in her pussy hole and watched her face as she moaned. With a finger in her hole he could feel her cum as he rubbed her clit and then fucked her hole. He added another finger to her.