I have no one to blame for my life alone, but me. And, now I understand the worst thing I did that day is that I condemned you to that same fate. A li...etime alone. I am so sorry for everything. I am such a fool."At that moment, the last blocks of the wall around Helen's heart became dust and disappeared. The woman wept, but not for herself. She wept for the murdered man and she wept for Khalid. She wept for Khalid and remembered.For years following that fateful trip to the carnival, Helen kept. "You're a stupid, fucking slut Amanda..." He hissed in her ear, throwing her back onto her knees. He hunced over her, forcing his cock back into her ass and kept fucking her. "You fucking fat, ugly bitch..." He groaned, knowing how concious she was about her weight. He laughed as fresh tears coursed down her face, her chest heaving with sobs. "People only fuck you because you're easy! You think you're beautiful? You look like fucking TRAILER TRASH!" He forced her face against the concrete. "See?" She pulled up my boxers and sorta rubbed her pussy through them. "How do you wear these things?" How do you wear this?" I giggled, definitely smelling Jody's sex on the little bit of panty there was. They smelled musky and totally like Jody."Put one leg in and then the other!" she said. "These are cool pants though." I hate the pockets," I shrugged, pulling on her dirty thong and that was really strange.I mean, part of me was thinking that they were dirty, you know, so ewww! But part of. His wife didn’t even notice he had returned, as she was on the couch, all her focus on a televised football game. ‘I’m back,’ he called quickly as he rushed to the bedroom. Locking the door, he changed into another pair of similar jeans and boxers, and stuffed the stained ones into the bottom of the clothes hamper. Ted wasn’t too worried at being found out because he usually washed most of his own clothes. It wasn’t that his wife didn’t do laundry, but she didn’t do it often. Ted found it.