We gently knocked politely before letting ourselves in, Phil was sitting on his sofa, with his T shirt off but he still had his shorts on and was gent...ly stroking his bulge through his shorts. Tina still had some wine left, Sharon had finished hers, and both Phil and I had some woodpecker cider left. Sharon sat on the sofa next to Phil I sat on a chair at right angle to the sofa and Tina sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting on. Tina immediately put her right hand round the back of my neck. She had her hair in a tight ponytail and her freckled face was dotted with sweat, and she wasn’t wearing any glasses. She pointed her giant rack up at me, and got close enough to me that I had to look straight down at her. She didn’t look as angry as the last time I saw her, but she still didn’t look happy. “You need to get the fuck out of here,” she said. “I just finished warming up and I need all the weights in here to get my pump on. You can go do aerobics or whatever it is that shhhkinny. Again, I was shaken out of my day dreaming by her asking why I was going to Vegas. I explained I was attending a conference for two days at the Bellagio Hotel. As we were talking, her dress shifted every so slightly up. I thought I got a glimpse of the top of her nylons. She had such a nice smile and I was afraid she knew what wild thoughts I was thinking but the conversation continued to be one of those normal conversations you have with someone sitting next to you on the plane. Her dress rode. I was a bit nervous, not of any physical v******e, but more of admitting to my self of liking it so very much, that I did not answer him.I was still bending over with his fingers caressing my anus when he suddenly said stand up, which I did, he maintained his touch his hand still on my bottom, fingers remaining in the cleft of my buttocks one idly caressing my anus which felt so good.He pointedly looked at my very hard cock, which was pointing to the sky and said "I see that you do like this".