But," she said, blushing a tiny bit, "I have a very high sex drive. So..." So?" I replied, laughing a little."Ah, don't laugh at me," she chastised me... but giggled a little herself. "So I got myself a fuck-buddy."Just to tease her, I pretended I didn't understand what she meant."Ok, what that means is a person you just meet and have sex with. No strings, no dependence either way. No holding hands and thinking about a shared tomorrow. You just meet for sex. I hooked up with a guy from the. I was getting it from him almost every night for a few months, and I really began to like the feeling of fucking the same guy with the same dick over and over. My body really began to get used to him. You might not think that the two of us would go together, , but now his body fits into mine just right. My little puss perks up whenever he comes through the door, 'cause she knows she's going to get a nice ride. " I like when I tell him to do something, and right away, he does it! And I can feel. It was an amazing feeling, another woman's vagina. I'd only a few months ago started fingering myself - that religious upbringing again - and it, well, just felt different. But it was clear she loved it as I started stroking her as I sucked on her nipples one after the other.But she wanted something else, and she gently pushed on my shoulders so I got the message. Kneeling in front of her, her legs apart, there was her pussy. Unlike me, she shaved everything. And my fingers were still inserted.. The beard and mustache were gone. My hair was cut short. Even my face was thinner and harder. It was quite a change. Even Lisa had commented on it a couple of times.Being home again evenings I went back to the routine I had of leaving the house or going down into my basement room after Maddy went to bed for the night. Socially we had very little contact with anyone other than family. I had joined the American Legion and started stopping there once a week with some of the people I worked with..