" We both lay down on the blanket in the bed of my truck, I kiss her neck and slide my hand underneath her panties and rub her slit, she moans softly.... I can feel her soaking wet pussy grinding on my fingers, I press her clit and she groans, and then I slip one finger deep into her, she moans "oh yes" as I start to finger her slowly. I pick up the pace, and she is humping her hips back on my fingers. I start to search for her g-spot, I know I hit it when I hear her moan loudly, I go back to. Probably the one thing you had going for each other was sheer physical attraction, but it was just a matter of time before the lack of conversation on dates and lack of things in common tore you apart, and so it did. You wish you could say that it made you stronger, more confident, but you failed to keep your momentum going, so months and eventually years passed without any further experience.You should've known it was too good to be true, that a girl like that would be so interested in you off. I had also been naturally adept and fast with my fists so I had gained some renown in that small town’s youth. I had enough respect that a group of older boys would let me hang around with them and roam the backstreets. With them I learned of the “bad” girls in town who would screw. By the time I was 15 I knew all the ins and outs of fucking. This is why I was able to step right up as Marilyn’s new lover.Friday night I opened to find her at the stove frying what smelled like chicken. She was. As we prepared for takeoff I went back to introduce myself. To my surprise it was an attractive older woman that I did not recognize. Her name was Abby, tall, skinny, flat chested, grayish blonde hair, and nice smile with warm brown eyes. I would guess her to be in her late fifties. She was very well educated and I could tell she was very wealthy. She asked me to sit with her and keep her company. After we got in the air I made both of us some drinks and we started talking. We hit it off almost.