"You're not the sort to go killing people," she said."I am and I have" I said"Yeah on the battlefield with a gun." she said"On and off the battlefield... with guns knives and even my bare hands. Do you know what? my country said I was a good guy and gave me medals for it." I said.I saw her expression change when I mentioned bare hands. Suddenly she realised how serious it could be.That Friday I drove down to Aldershot to see the shrink, counsellor or whatever he called himself. I was somewhat. This is what comes after I fucked her brains out.It was a while after I fucked her and came in her, forgiving her for the way she treated me, that she texted that she was coming over. Despite making her my cock slut, we only fucked a couple of times after that. Work got in the way and we stated to date other people. I was a bit surprised, I knew she had a date that night and I thought for sure she was going to fuck him, like she does. I wondered what was up with her, and made a note to myself. His personality was dope. I had learned that he was a Capricorn and it showed. His tone was so strong and assertive; literally demanding my attention. The sound of his voice moistened my pussy and excited me sexually in a way that I had never experienced before, not even with my husband.I hated to cut our conversation short but I was expecting my husband home any minute. So I asked him if we could talk again and he obliged. He told me that he really enjoyed talking to me and that he would like. His chest met hers and she felt him push her slowly back into the pile of bears. She felt herself sinking into the bears - falling, carried by them as his lips met her neck. Somewhere, Amanda's unconvincing whispers of "Please don't. Stop" turned into a far more credible "Please, don't stop." Her sensibilities vanished as she could feel herself being undressed. His urgent, confident need for her willing body leaving her voluntarily defenceless. Her breath short - anyone could find them there..