When both women had picked and had glistened, sans bras of course, Miss Moore pursued, "I think that you'll find Coldridge a very friendly place, and I hope you have desirable senior year!" "Well if you must know," Olivia offered, "I got the second one with you in mind, now all you've gotta do is slip it deep into you cunt and go about you business as normal, this little remote takes care of the rest, it's got and on and off switch plus two speeds, slow, medium, and high, you just turn it on when ya hope it, no muss, no fuss!" "W-who is it," she protested while trying to see who was eating her alive, "oh fuck is that's distasteful, ohhhhh myyyyyy!"