“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Vic. It wasn’t a car. It was Courtney.”“Courtney? My Courtney?”Vic had a good laugh about that... but I looked him in the eyes. I wanted him to know how sincere I was. “She’s messed up, Vic,” I said. “She’s messed up in the head and you have to help me get to her before she does something seriously crazy.”It took some convincing, but eventually Vic started to come around. After all, why would I lie about getting beaten nearly to death by a teenaged. "A-are you? Imean..." "I know what you mean. Yes, I am. Now don't go getting mad.I, uh, I've changed a bit since the Big Tit fiasco," helaughed. I had to chuckle too, not sure why. "Like you saidonce...they're no big deal." "I...I just meant...I don't know what I meant," I shrugged. "I do. But you're not ever gonna admit it." I let him do it. I gave him the opening. I didn't get upand leave. "A-admit w-what?" I stammered. "Uh, listen, I got a great baseball card collection. Wouldyou. I thought he was going to start fingering me right in front of my husband, but he stopped inches from my wet coochie. The party wrapped up not long after. I think the boys were almost nervous to stay. The hugs and kisses goodbye were extra long that evening, and Glen watched them all tongue kiss me goodnight. After they had gone, Glen hesitantly asked me, "Did you have fun tonight?" I gave him a big hug and deep passionate kiss and said, "I had a great time!" He looked at me, tentative to even. Excitement flooded through her, followed by shame, humiliation, and fear, fear of discovery, fear that Amy would find out, that her parents would, that she would be shamed. It was all mixed up, and she was frightened by the intensity of it.She staggered out of the shower and went into a stall, her cunt sore and damp, his cum starting to slide from within her, making a mess of her crotch and thighs. She closed her eyes as she cleaned herself, her thinking that she had been raped, raped by.