An alumni gathering like no other

He didn't even have to wipe his chest because the water hadn't penetrated his curly fur. I'd learnt during our blabber that he'd been divorced long before and wasn't in a fixed relationship, so he should be in withdrawal, it's distressing not to help him satisfy his desires. Yum. I pointed at his crotch, which made my mouth water... Oh fuck! he caught me;
-You've worked your body well, bravo!" I said and, weighing my breasts with my hands, added: "Mine's like a drunken sack. He didn't react. I didn't know if he understood what I was thinking but I continued: "You should show me some exercises as I don't have time to go to the gym".
- OK, see you at 7.00," he said.
- No, show me now so I can practise for tomorrow morning", I insisted. - Come to my place, I've got soda", I invited him, pointing to my hut just behind".
He agreed and walked away; "OK! just long enough to get into my gym clothes". To tell the truth, despite my very large body, the yoga-chair exercises I do protect me from becoming a hundred-year-old oak trunk.
For my part, I changed my shorts, but underneath I didn't forget to put on one of my lacy knickers. He came back in a tank top and cycling shorts that couldn't hide his big mound: the sausage had rolled into a ball... I was drooling...

-Let's see how supple you are, bend down without bending your knees" he ordered... I turned my back on him and obeyed his instruction; of course I couldn't touch the floor but I was showing him my cock-garage and hoping that he would see my lace from the first exercise. But he was looking the other way.
-OK, he said, "lie on your back and we'll work on your legs and abs. Move your legs one by one towards your stomach 5 times, then both together 5 times too. Repeat the whole set 5 times. Legs in the air, I love that but not as an exercise, LOL... I had grabbed them with both hands and was forcing them towards my belly as the lace caught between my arse cheeks like a thong caressing the lips of my boï-pussy.