"Why did I have to waste my evening with Pernice talking about someone you were already talking to?"Denae smiled and patted her friend's hand."Because...I have to be somewhat circumspect and you don't," Denae replied. "At least not with Pernice. You could grill him about Jorgarn all evening but I couldn't just come out and ask him why he felt the need to thump someone he just met. So why did he?" Symington was a jackass to him," Rayna said. "At least that's the rumor. He started acting like he. I sit there, fully impaled on his lance and I run my fingers through my long hair, arching my back, sticking my little titties out. It all feels so good. I smile down at him, "You gonna fuck me or not big boy?" With a grin of triumph he lifts his hips up and gets a little more inside me. Then he drops back down and I start pumping my ass up and down meeting his thrusts. I have my hands interlaced in my long red hair and am whipping my upper torso around wildly as we establish a rhythm. All too. I casually raised my hand and took a long lank of her hair in my hand."Mom, " I said, "You want to hear something strange I learned about girls at school?" I began rotating my hand, coiling the length of her hair around my fist."Sure. I can only imagine what you've been learning from those sluts." She replied."Sluts? Why do you call them sluts?" I laughed."Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter; they all compete for followers and ready to do anything to get them," she added. "They've objectified. My wife is 39 and we’ve been married for 14 years. For a couple married as long as us we are a happy couple and I can’t complain about her looks or our sex life. That said, I’ve been known to have some late night fun on business trips and to fuck a girl I meet at a bar. Until last month that had been the extent of my cheating.I’m a senior executive at a high profile consulting firm. Every summer we have a new stock of interns and most of them are college students or grad students. But a couple.