Even from this distance I could clearly see the wetness on her panties as her fingers alternated between noisily probing deep inside of herself and pu...ling out to quickly rub a few circles on her slick and hardening clit, before repeating the process over and over. She was moaning loudly and her hips were rocking with the motion of her fingers. I could tell she was getting close as she stopped for the briefest of moments to deftly remove her panties with one hand to the point they were only. “ You are a very big boy, aren’t you” she said“ It seems you like big boys”“ may be .. as my husband often says jokingly to me that a big girl like me can only be properly satisfied by a big boy”“ So is your husband big” ?“ Sadly no” and after a pause she asked me “ how big are you”“ I don’t know, never measured it” ( I lied as I know my length)“ I say you fall within my husband’s definition of a big boy and lots more”“ how big is your husband” ?she ignored my question ,returned to kissing my. She then took a towel and wrapped herself. She carefully stripped her garments, so that the towel won’t dropdown.She then started wearing her gym outfits quickly. We peeked to every extent possible to see her naked. But she is very careful in holding the towel. Now she was in a loose sleeveless yellow t-shirt and a white mini-trouser.Then the gym session started. She first went to the treadmill. Her boobs started bouncing and slowly the speed increased, and with that, the bouncing of her boobs. “What are you doing?”Carson didn't say a word. He just ran his tongue up Mr. Armisen’s stony calves, into the sweaty crux of his knees, along his powerful thighs, all the way up to his butt. He slowly sank his fingers into the giant’s flesh and squeezed.“Carson,” said Mr. Armisen, his voice a mix of nerves and excitement. “Somebody could spot us.”“I know.”He looked Mr. Armisen dead in the eye and stuck the tip of his tongue deep into his crack.Armisen winced and shuddered as Carson leaned in,.