Didn't waste anytime and came right back to the bedroom. Her turn next. Ellen would be in and out in a flash. Both of us all shiny and new.We'd been w...aring big old tee shirts to bed since we started to get boobs. Trying to hide the changes in our bodies I guess.After a while, looking like big girls stopped bothering us. Kept wearing them big old shirts out of habit I guess.We really didn't look alike now that I think about it. Sure we always tried to dress the same way. But looks, no, we were. One night I heard her over the phone begging Butch to let her come over. She said “I’ll even do a threesome with your new girlfriend, let me come over tonight”? But he hung up so I knew Butch had dumped my wife for good. Still, my wife’s personality stayed the same and in a good way. Now her new sex drive was directed at me. Apparently, Butch had turned her into a real whore. Debbie fucked me like she did when we were in our twenties. Almost every night I got laid in every position imaginable. That's all you think about, all you talk about and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of listening to your voice and I'm sick to death of your one track mind."That pissed me off and I fired back at her that she was a frigid prude and I said a few other things that in retrospect I shouldn't have. She grabbed her night gown and headed for the spare bedroom. She wouldn't even talk to me for the next five days and on the sixth day a man walked up to me and asked me if I was Tom Walsh and when I said I was he. .. This was close and you could take and use him. Where do you live?" She blushed very crimson and said, "Over by the college." "Less than a mile?" I demanded. Getting impossibly redder, she answered, "Yes." "So we could sneak out of here, and go there to clean up?" Too choked up to speak, she nodded. "Is that okay?" I asked. She gently pushed away from me, and knelt, saying, "As you command, Sir." I pulled her back to her feet, admonishing, "None of that." I kissed her again. "We do this as.