I can't see them again, do you understand?" Ilene cries. "What I saw ... What I was forced to see ... That ... WHORE, on top of you ... And, you were ...rying ... And ... And that other ... Fucking slut ... She grabbed me ... She made me watch Agatha on top of you ... Please, Philip ... Please..."Philip breathes deep. Every word from her makes him want to cry. No one should ever have to suffer like she's suffering. And he can't say anything to her that will help her. He can't do anything to. Now I sat there covered in cum after a stranger used me and my hole like a cum dumpster. I vowed to myself that I would never do that again and made my way home. I got home and got out of my clothes and went straight for the shower. Once out of the shower I laid down on my bed and couldn’t stop thinking about his cock fucking my hole. My fingers drifted to my hole and I felt how open and used it was. I began fingering myself and then began touching my little penis with my other hand. I couldn’t. She loved to show them off too, always wearing low-cut shirts and sweaters, finding a reason to brush my arm gently as if she knew my thoughts. Henry had made a grave mistake the day Emily and I were introduced. We were at a party at a mutual friend’s house, Emily and my boring date had run off to the ladies room to ?powder their noses?. Henry was a bit drunker than I, and commented that Emily was ravenous in the sack. I muttered something under my breath, and then he made the mistake. He told. I watched as she put one hand between her legs so she could tickle her pussy through her panties. As her hand moved over her skirt she felt the wet spot from my earlier cum shot. Wiping a little onto her finger she brought her finger up to her nose and smelled it. She then reached down and pulled her panties aside and inserted on finger in her pussy and began to play with her clit all while she kept looking around then looking at my cock again. Moments later, after seeing her finger fucking.