Yes, I know the difference between real life and games, but this was still pretty cool.The beach house was cool, it was on the beach, but it was, well... kind of worn down. It was like an old bike you got when you were ten, and you have painted it a couple of times, put on some new handlebars and a couple of seats, but there is that crack in the neck, and it needs brakes and, well, you get the picture. It made me wonder how much it would take to tear it down and rebuild. Kinda sad, really.I. As I reach up to cup a breast. she now stands close enough for me to rub my hand over her crotch roughly, I can feel the damp patch grow, I sniff my hand it smells of cunt. "Oh my god she says I cannot believe I'm doing this", as I unbutton her levis and reach in to slip a finger along her wet gash and wank her growing clit."Jesus I'm so wet, you fuck, you going to take me like my bitch". "Oh yes" I said and we stumbled back into bushes. turning her I pushed her face into a tree and pulled at. Keri came almost immediately!Once Keri’s orgasm had worn of, she unlaced her pussy and took out the egg. ?I can’t believe you have these toys, until yesterday I didn’t even think of you as a very sexual person. But here you are with pierced nipples and vibrators!? Helen laughed, ?I mourned about your uncle for years, but it wasn’t long after he died that I began buying sextoys. First a vibrator, then a dildo and these eggs. Later I bought some bigger dildos and other fun stuff.? Keri couldn’t. A couple weeks went by, and we saw each other a few times both in and out of school, she made an attempt at conversation once, too bad I was too tongue tied to actually form words, damn. Life goes on. I figured out her name is Melissa West, we talked to each other a few times at the gas station and in the halls, small talk really, I ran into some guy while looking at her talking on the way to class, he was pissed. That class discussion was pretty thought provoking though, about needs.