“Tomorrow? To the man you love now. You need to go. You’ve shouted at me enough to show me you no longer have any feelings for me, so you’d bett...r go. I’ve got the message. Hopefully this’ll be the last time I have to see you and I can now try to get over you all over again, something I was managing to do quite well until last night.”There was a silence. Then my name.“David?” She was upset. I couldn’t understand why. There was an element of pleading in her voice. Hell, I was upset, and couldn’t. Through the rush process, I became good friends with a girl named Ashley. Ashley and I could have been sisters. She was a little bit shorter than me but just as thin, blonde, and attractive. I guess if I’m being honest, she had slightly larger breasts, too. Ashley and I have made a pact to help each other get into DX as best we can - providing each other support during the slightly embarrassing rush traditions, like wearing ugly clothes or making impromptu speeches in dining halls. Tonight. "The only difference between yours and mine isyours has John Jameson inside it while mine holds Harry Osborn."Pamela's mouth dropped open. "You're right; that makes this situationfar more complicated than it already was," she frowned. "How did youand Harry..." It was one of those things, Mom. You must know how it is." Fawnglanced toward the cocoon. "It sort of just happened for some reason,"Fawn tried to explain. She knew she was going to have tell her motherthe whole story now. "I was sort of. I had already jerked a number of loads in Amy’s honor each day since we had met. My orgasm mantra had begun and is going strong still, “Oh god Aim I am cumming for you baby.” Now, often shouted loud enough so she hears it downstairs. That night it was the best yet as I contemplated the fucked-out slut I had met. I fully expected her to have one of those blown out cunts that just gaps open as she spreads her legs and one of those assholes that was puckered open permanently. Although my cock just.