I knocked again, louder this time. Then I heard movement on the other side of the door and Sally opened it. “God, is that the time? Sorry, come in. ...’ve just got out of the shower.” She wore a bathrobe. “Go through, make yourself at home. I’ll be with you shortly.” I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. The television was already on but I was soon distracted when Sally appeared in the doorway. She’d replaced the robe with a matching black lace thong and bra — and fishnet hold-ups.“I don’t. Of course there was thepossibility of looking around the room. But if I wanted to avoid gettingoff balance, stumbling and be rocketed of the treadmill, I had to lookstraight forward. And there she was. Probably most men?s wet dream. Butnot mine and definitely not now!I?m 6 ft tall and with 220 lbs more than a little overweight. After I hadmistreated my body for most of my 40 years, I had finally decided to dosome sports. Before I even wanted to think about weights and all thoseheavy machines, I. As I cupped her left breast with my left hand my right hand was rubbing her pussy.After a few minutes she said “I think I’m coming” as she said it I slipped my finger under the elastic and onto her wet clitoris, rubbing her hard but gentle she let out a muffled moan as I felt her body tremble and she’d climaxed. I turned her around to face me again, she was sweating and she had her hand over her mouth, “Thankyou” she said.Bending down once again I licked her nips as my finger carried on rubbing. She instantly regretted her decision. In the mirror on the dresser, she saw the reflection of Little Red Riding Hood, impaled on top of Harley, who was dressed as a gladiator. His loincloth was bunched around his waist and his erect cock was sliding effortlessly into the girl's shaved pussy. Unlike her earlier interest in watching, Johanna was repulsed. She slammed the door shut and ran down the hallway towards the stairs.The noise startled Harley, who rushed out into the hall, his erection.