Explore the house

The new Holly spent the next hour rummaging through the house, looking for anything that might be of use. Finally, after sifting through most of her house, he found her cell phone on the floor of her closet.

"Ho-ly fuck." The new Holly exclaimed, holding up an iPhone, "I barely noticed that these got crazy. I remember when phones were in cars. I knew they changed em but damn - not this much. How do you turn this shit on?"

_I'm not tell you. _Holy replied. If you can't be reasoned with.

The new Holly mashed buttons until the screen turned on. He noticed the fingerprint sensor and tried Holly's index finger to no avail. He paused for a moment and then tried her thumb: the lock screen faded to a series of icons.

"God damn, where are the digits and shit? They're just little boxes or whatever."

The real Holly remained silent.

The new Holly spent some time figuring out how the phone worked . He noticed Holly's internet browser, and after some deliberation, he typed, 'porn' into the search bar.

"These shits have porn on them! I knew you were a dirty girl."

That's the internet. That's not my porn.

"Sure it is." The new Holly said sliding a hand down her pants. "Don't matter though - we're getting our pussy out."

He selects a video titled 'big titty milf' and starts fantasizing about Holly sucking on some big breasted bimbo when a text thumbnail appears at the top of the screen from 'Hubby': _Hi honey - working late. Be home at 9! Sorry! Don't worry about dinner. _The new Holly clicks on the text.

"Wow - you can send messages..." the new Holly remarks, one hand still tracing his clit.

The new Holly leaves that conversation and finds someone named Dan who had recently texted Holly: Such a big help as always! You're the best! Appreciate you!

The thought of fucking a random person from old Holly's life get the new Holly exceptionally wet.

Don't frigging think about it.