Trust the Construct people to have a way. We, the graduates, were all in full VR. Our parents were in avatars holding a spyeye; but this one allowed m...re than just viewing. They got to hear, feel and everything. They just couldn't make their avatars do anything except clap.After the ceremony we were put back in the individual offices. There was punch and cake for the grads and their families. Mom and Dad were almost ecstatic. Just before they'd put on the helmets that let them watch, they'd. You haven’t softened even a little bit yet. Let’s stay like this as long as possible. I’m going to use my pussy muscles to hold you in. It’s a trick I learned over the years.”I felt her vagina squeeze me tight and for a while, it worked. She held me inside her while we kissed and enjoyed the closeness. Neither of us moved much, fearing we would break the spell. And while I’d love to say that we laid like that for hours of course that didn’t happen. Despite her attempts to restrain me, within. He worked his way up and fucked me again eagerly. He wanted something else he said. I looked at him and smiled and licked my lips. And he smiled. I know what he loves. I crawled on top of him and leaned back and let him take a look at my breasts as I held them for him. My long, curly, auburn red hair was flowing down my shoulders and in my face as he looked me over. I straddled his leg so I could rub my wetness and my pussy all over his body. I leaned down and kissed him with such desire and he. It’s just not. I haven’t even gotten like half of my college applications back yet. They’re just gonna be fuckin’ ‘denied’ at this point.” He was, at this point, struggling to hold back tears, even though he was succeeding.“Well, hopefully people will forget.” I offered in a small voice. “Give them time, and they’ll stop treating you this way.”“Time? How much time do you think I have?” he blurted out. “It’s spring, dude. People aren’t going to forget. Even if I had years it doesn’t fucking.