“What is this?”She sorted through the pile and pulled out a little white box. “Here, put this inside yourself.” She reached down between my th...ghs and placed the egg in my lap. Curious, I shrugged and slipped it inside. It felt snug, but nothing special happened. “Now, get ready.” She held up the white box and faced it towards me, then flipped a little switch on the side. A red light lit up and about a half second later the egg started vibrating inside my pussy!“Holy shit!” I gasped after she. ?Perhapshe is preparing to chuck you out. Maybe you will have to use all your wiles tolet you stay for a few more days.? ?I?ll be right down,? I called back.Normally coffeeserves as breakfast but today bacon and egg and toast with marmalade were onthe menu. ?If you are going to be thrown out, you?d better fill yourself up,girl. No telling where the next meal will come from. Wonder what he hasplanned?? I had to wait until we both sat supping another cup of tea andthen he threw the ball at. Yes, she was older than him, but as far as he was concerned that was a non-factor in their relationship. Just about every date ended with some lovemaking. Where she initially had indicated some of the techniques were new to her, she must have been surfing the net, because she came up with ideas that were very satisfying.In the afterglow of their lovemaking she told him that she had never been this sexually satisfied in her life. Her only regret was that she hadn't met Bret sooner. When he told. No text, no email and no call. What was I expecting? That life would suddenly change, that our love would surge with the sudden revelation that we are good for each other? But perhaps I read it wrong. Sex was good and that doesnt mean we feel the same way . . . does it? Night fell as I sank into depression. I grabbed a beer in anticipation of spending the night alone, wondering what Garrett was thinking. But two beers in, I heard his keys at the door. My heart skipped. I still hoped something.