Unfortunately... Sarah...

As you look around, you notice Sarah sitting at the table, her head buried in her laptop... You haven't hardly spoken to her since she caught you jerking your little cock in her room... As you walk past her, her head shoots up...

"I noticed Sam is here. Did you invite her over to jerk that little worm off to her as well?" She asks you, her face conveying her anger as her tone jabs at you for some semblance of restitution... Your face turns beet red as you grab the soda from the fridge, and you walk back oast her without saying a word...

"Pindick creep..." She mutters as you head back upstairs...