I BS'ed something aboutfake culture and Holden Caufield's pessimism. It wasn't hard honestly.After all, I came from a year that society had regressed ...nto hidingbehind social media and presenting a different version of their life inall of their pictures. Everyone was a "phony" on Instagram. My ownInstagram feed was full of my ex-wife's friends who stage their"candids". I bet the teacher didn't even appreciate my unique point ofview on the subject.The rest of the morning actually few by without. I had no idea why Ann had been at the top of his list, but it may be how friendly and naive she can be. I mentioned to Ann a number of times Nick's interest in her and how well-endowed he was. Ann continued to tease me, and I could hardly contain myself as she ran her hand down my throbbing cock.“You want to watch him fuck me senseless?” she asked.“Omg! You know I do!” I moaned.My cock quickly teetered on the edge of erupting, and Ann surprised me when she said, “I want you to suck my wet. We did get quite a few glances some of approval and many of disgust I didn’t care I knew Frank loved to seen with me. We often went out in the car usually ending up down some country lane for a kiss and cuddle where he often felt my breasts but once to twice OK it was more I felt his hand on my leg he slowly moved it up until he felt my stocking tops I held my breath hoping he would go the final couple inches to my nickers but he would go no further.I know he watched me when I undressed for bed. She was the sister who kicked Tommy Parker in the balls for calling me ugly in the 7th grade. She was the sister I shared so many laughs with over the years, who let me borrow her favorite dresses, who understood me for all the times crappy boyfriends and screwy friends didn’t.“Was it worth it?” she asked quietly.Then she spun on her heel and disappeared out the door. At a loss, I sipped my coffee. It had gone cold.When I got back to my apartment, I felt my cell vibrate. The display said Mom.I.