I gave her a hug and told her not to worry. I stroked her hair back and decided to kiss her at that moment. I wanted to hate-fuck the shit out of her ...ight then and there. Take no prisoners fucking of this bitch that broke my heart. I quickly started rubbing her cunt and could feel her snatch getting warm and wet, even through her clothes. I pulled off her sweat pants and pulled my belt buckle loose. She was horny and ready to go like the skank she portrayed in life. I pulled out a condom and. She didn’t seem to mind the first time I filled her up though, so I wasn’t too bent out of shape about it. “Panting? It’s a dog on the TV, mom. What grunts? Now you’re just hearing things,” Aubrey said into the phone as she held back laughter. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead and onto her back. I realized I was panting loud.I slowed down to catch my breath, and Aubrey seemed disappointed. She looked back at me and mouthed ‘everything OK?’, to which I nodded in reply. “Tired,” I. We went into Yates' bar and there was a group of young lads (10 of them) approx. 19- 28 years old on a stag do they were quite lively and dressed as superheroes.They were drinking shots and taking photos. Julie asked them if they wanted a group photo .They stood together and even though Julie was a bit unsteady on her feet she managed to take the pic.They thanked her and asked her to be on one with them, she agreed and after we stood talking and drinking with them . At about 23:45 we were both. But this time, there was also a hint of uncertainty, a trace of fear. Setting down my fork, I reached across the table to grasp her hand. ‘It’s definitely good to have you home again, baby,’ I said softly. She mirrored my smile and nodded subtly. There was indeed something which troubled her, but this was not the time to ask about it. That night, as we strolled through the snowy neighborhood and admired the holiday lights, the uncertainty and the fear simmered within her, and I could sense.