Yesterday with Raef and Jessica went swimmingly. It’s not as..

Yesterday with Raef and Jessica went swimmingly. It’s not as though she doesn’t already know him, but this was their first interaction of any length of time beyond 30 seconds. To Raef’s credit, he made the encounter seem entirely spontaneous, and he stayed for just one drink before heading off to a tee time with a very conservative hedge fund manager known to have fallen hard for certain very popular conspiracy theories now in circulation. Raef should have no difficulty wrangling a huge donation from him. And there was nothing even remotely untoward about our conversation, which primarily involved the warm weather and how amazing it’s been to finally be able to socialize again without masks. But the instant Raef excused himself, I began to act as though I was feverishly scrolling through my phone looking for something, when in fact I’d already saved a fresh screenshot of Raef’s stupendous penis to use at just this very moment. “Can you believe that stud is packing this anaconda in his jockeys,” I said with a huge grin while showing her the pic of Raef’s fully engorged sex organ. “Have you ever been impaled on something that thick in your entire fucking life?” I asked with a nudge. The question was purely rhetorical, based our previous conversations regarding her limited sexual history and her husband’s “baby carrot.” As I’d hoped, Jessica couldn’t take her eyes off the picture, and I swear I could almost smell her getting wet at the thought oh having the perfectly shaped tip of Raef’s manhood perched at her entrance. “Oh well,” I said pulling my phone from her face to avoid the impending strand of drool from coating the screen. “It’s a damn shame he only prefers older women like me,” I laughed chidingly, nudging her once again with my elbow. “I bet he’d hate having to fuck such a perfectly tight y0ung little pussy like yours.” She looked at me with an extremely uncomfortable grin on her face, clearly signaling her need to rush home to the faithful lover she keeps discreetly covered in the bottom of her nightstand. The club’s summer gods and goddesses party is coming up toward the end of June. I’m going to make it my mission to find her the shortest, sexiest tunic imaginable. One that the most definitely cannot be worn with panties. **no sound on the first video. Sorry! 🤷‍♀️