” Mom says, glancing at you during the last part, oddly enough. Vanessa shrugs.“Surely if I can get him, then he’s not good for Brooke, right? I...’m being helpful!” Vanessa insists, and Mom considers this.“Knock yourself out.” Mom relents. Vanessa fist pumps.At dinner, at a pizza joint, you, Mom, and Vanessa walk in to see Brooke and Gemma at a table, no Mark in sight.“Where’s Mark?” Vanessa asks instantly, as you slide across the booth to the wall, and Mom slides in next to you.“Couldn’t make. His ejaculate arced in front of her face and onto the fancy Persian rug. What little concentration she had she used on the woman. Eyes closed, she envisioned what gave her pleasure and worked to bring her first vagina other than her own to orgasm. The woman bucked jarring her nose. Sucking the woman's clitoris throughout her orgasm, ignoring pleads for mercy, holding on like a leach, she brought her to a second orgasm, being knocked off the couch by the force of it and by the need to escape her. " It's not them, it's you," she screeched and I put my hand on her shoulder. She shook it off and her eyes puffy, she turned to face me. "How many times did I have to tell you to calm down? It's not worth it." OK I'm sorry," I snapped exasperatedly and she shook her head. "But..." No. No you're not," she yelled at me. "You're just a bully, you no better than the rest of them." What?" I asked and reached out but she pushed my outstretched arm away."Leave me alone, Andy," she said coldly and. She just wasn't ready to tell Carly, and she sure wasn't ready to tell her about what happened two nights ago while Carly was at basketball practice.* * *2 Nights AgoIs Carly at practice? Freddie sent to Sam in a text.Yea. Her response came back.Still want me to come over? He replied back.Sam smiled and typed. Bring ur butt over here Benson and bring Mama something to eat while you're at it.20 minutes later Freddie walked into the dorm room that Sam and Carly shared with one hand behind his.