Chest heaving Brook. Damn, she was beautiful. And stylish. And as if begging to be fucked. - Hello to you again. - Brooke's voice broke, despite all the efforts that it is attached to in order to maintain the appearance of indifference. Ben, like Kent seemed seething with rage. Kent asked myself why and I realized that all this time the Sierra held the hand. Then Kent let his hand rabotodatelnitsy and sat down on a chair. - Mom wants you something to offer. - Yes? - At Kent leaped blood. - What's the offer?