I quickly forced myself to look back at the row of TVs hanging from the ceiling, not wanting her to catch me looking at her again. Not that she had an... idea I was even alive, mind you, maybe I was more afraid of being embarrassed by someone else catching me ogling the ultra-fit redhead with the ponytail effortless gliding away on the elliptical machine. So instead I kept sneaking peeks every 30 seconds. If nothing else, she was great motivation—I could run twice as far, and with less effort, on. As we were staring at the ceiling, Bernadette confided a fact about her past. "I have never performed oral sex," she said. "My late husband did not care about sex, only betting on sports. I don't know how to do it." "Well, simply put, the guy places his penis in the woman's mouth and she sucks him. I'll set you up with some websites for you to watch and learn how it's done." We continued at work as if nothing had happened between us until, a week later, Bernadette said, "We have to do lunch,. "Assholes!" I yelled at the other drivers. It didn't help.I was officially in a foul mood when I parked my Acura Vigor in the drive. Opening the front door I saw Cassie's backpack on the hall floor. My heart skipped. What was she doing here on a Tuesday?"Cassie?" I called out, looking in the living room, dining room and kitchen. Climbing the stairs I paused at my bedroom door. My breath caught. An erection began to form.Cassie seemed to be asleep on top of the bed, wearing one of my dress. One of her hands was cupping her pussy as though she expected it to be dripping on the floor, and having had my face in it a few minutes ago I knew that might actually be possible. I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up, sitting her on the washer lid. I pulled her ass forward to the edge of the washer and stepped between her legs. The apartment was furnished with appliances that included a washer and dryer three quarters the size of regular ones. Putting my hands under her knees I raised.