And from all that I know, I am the only guy he fucks. He fucks me because he has such a torrential sex drive and I am a convenient outlet. Matt told m... he never wanted to have to jack off ever again, and in a way, I am proud to be that cumdump that he needs. He fucks other girls, I knew three, and I have tasted all their pussies on his cock before. I certainly have considered the risks. But the things is, I can never ask him to get tested or ask him to wear a condom. He would always fuck me. We've chatted about it a fair amount, and I've suggested counseling with a person who can meet many needs. She has indicated they've done the counseling thing, but he reportedly is not interested. Rather, according to Molly (love that name), he's wrapped up in watching sports on TV and in his gasoline-fueled toys. As such, she is frustrated and lonely. I've let her know it's not my style to create confusion between two people. She insists there's no confusion. He has his life, and she's become. I?d had a couple of badexperiences with men in my late teenage years and since my mother had died I?dnot dated anyone. I was actually uncomfortable around men, as if they wereanother species that I couldn?t relate to. I?m not beautiful so it was easy forme to escape attention and get on with my work. It was when I was 24, 9 months backthat I got home one day and had a nervous breakdown. I felt likemy life was meaningless, here I was, apparently in the prime of my life cominghome and going to. It seemed all she did each wekend was get pissed with her friends and then get off with whoever happened to be around. What else is there in life when you are that age?One bloke she was fucking on a fairly regular basis was a rasta called V. He was about 10 years older than her, skinny apparently and as usual well hung. I think of all the blokjes she told me about V was her favourite. She wouldnt see or hear from him for a month then he would turn up for a day or two before disappearing again..