“Thank You, Jane.” I dismissed her so we could have some private conversation.“Ruby, tell me everything! How is school?”“It’s good! I�...m actually enjoying it! My conditioning tapes have helped so much. They’re always changing, guiding me through what I’m learning. I still struggle, however.”“Struggle? But you fit in so well!”“Mother….does your husband ever….use other women?”Mother laughed and gave me a knowing smile, “Oh Ruby. Of all the things to get hung up on…. What is your. This time i was a man on a mission or a bitch in heat. A little further down the road from my previos exploits was a parked car. I pulled straight behind and flashed my lights. He did the same and we both got out. I asked him what he liked and he was a little vague. I said I need fucking is that ok. he smiled and said ok. There was a large pile af stacked felled trees that we hid behind. I knelt in front of him and he took out a long maybe 7inch cock. unfortunately not as fat as the guy the day. We did write to each other, regular letters in 1972-73, used to take a week at best, sometimes 10 days. We would share the news, each cycle of letters sometimes taking a month or more. She wrote of her achieving womanhood, and how she particularly missed me then. We would write of school work, and how we missed doing assignments together. As a year passed, she would ask me if I had made any another special friend in my new place. It was a boys only school, and contacts with girls were very. Her next romantic attachment was the opposite, gentle and caring. Sex with him was very different. Slow, sensual, tender. She occasionally yearned for the more vigorous stimulation of her ex. But then that relationship went haywire. Her boyfriend decided that he liked other boys too and she couldn’t handle that, even when he offered to share them.After a few weeks though, her unexercised female parts demanded attention, more than her fingers and dildo could provide. She’d heard of “friends with.