After 30 years of Army, including 8 combat tours in 3 wars, my service-connected disabilities were more than a hundred percent. I know that's ridicules. It is the government way. Basically, they take your highest rated added to your lowest rated disability to get a total. Then there are exceptions; Hearing loss is one example. You have tinnitus (sounds you hear that cannot be heard by others) and bilateral loss (which can be measured by an audiologist). Since tinnitus isn't measurable, it's capped at 10%; that gets added to your assigned bilateral loss and counts as 1 category, Hearing.

The above combined with Tricare for Life health insurance behind Medicare at age 65, leaves me with free or nearly free health care and well over a $100k income. On top of all that, I can do lots of things, like golf, camper upkeep, and sex.

Kids are long gone with their own families. Wife passed. Too many memories in the house for me to move on without her. House sold. That plus some investments add up to more than a half million producing additional income.

Nothing left to do but visit the kids, grandkids and discover I'd rather just travel without a destination or a timeline. I still like family. I keep in contact, more or less. They can tell me their stories, especially the grandkids but I'm not reporting to anyone any more.

I'm discovering my sexual appetite is and perhaps has been unusually high. From the early years of discovery thru my married life, I've either beat off or had sex with others at least once a day with very few exceptions. The number of multiple times in a day far exceed missed days.

Speaking of missed, I look back while driving long boring runs, at opportunities missed. I have no real regrets about my life in general. Sexually, there have been some misses. Between High School and the Army, there were a few years working to support living on my own. One day, dressed in a sport jacket and tie, standing at a light to cross the street, a lady in a light blue mini skirt, white panties and a stretch tank top stopped at the light turning right. I could have bent over and touched her car door. It was a Mercedez 230 S L. We made eye contact. I said, "Hello.", she nodded one half yes, smiled and slowly turned the corner. I watched her till she turned right a block away. I did not cross the street. She came back stopped at the light in front of me again. She pretended not to notice until I said, "Wanta give me a ride?" She looked at me with a pleasant expression. I thought she might say or indicate yes. That's when the guy behind her hit his horn. She pulled off and didn't turn right at the end of the block.

Attending matinee movies around noon for night shift workers was a cheap way to spend hours before work. The movies at reduced ticket prices often had fewer than 20 seated in a 350-seat room. A girl came in with a little one in tow. The little one sat three seats in from the aisle on my left. The girl, my age, sat next to her, leaving the aisle seat empty. I was two rows further up from them. We were in the balcony. No one was on our side of the room up there but us. She turned to the little girl, sliding herself to the edge of her seat. She put her knees on the seat in front of her. She trapped her flowing skirt near the hem with her right knee. That exposed her entire leg from where I sat. I took it as an invitation. I moved next to her and she didn't even react. Her body and skirt created a curtain between me and the little one. She finally turned her attention to the movie. I sat still. I eased my left hand to the edge of my seat till the back of it touched her hip. She turned to the little one while reaching across me to my right hand. She pulled it to below her right leg, near her ass. I adjusted my position, pressing my left shoulder into the back of my seat, giving my right-hand room to reach her other leg. The other leg wasn't my intent. She was already wet. I let her soak the cotton panties before I entered her. I fingered her off 3 times before she tapped my forearm. I pulled out of her, sat up straight and watched the movie. She stood up, I stood and stepped into the aisle. They left. I thought she was leaving but after 10 minutes, they came back, stopped at my seat as if the theater was crowded. I stood, letting my seat fold up behind my legs. As they passed, she caressed my crotch. I was already thinking about going to work with cum stains on my pants. Then 4 guys came up the aisle and seated themselves behind us. Game over. Guess they knew her. I refused to move till the movie was over. I even put my arm on the back of her chair to discourage them from messing with her.

I walked into a bedroom looking for my girlfriend after calling her name and looking everywhere else in the house. She was supposed to be there. The door had been left unlocked just like her text said. When I opened the door to the master bedroom, her stepmother was sitting at an angle to the dressing mirror, combing her hair with both elbows at shoulder height. That pose and angle gave me a perfect view of her perky breasts from both sides at once. She didn't attempt to cover herself. She had white panties on. She said, "Anne is at the store." She said it as if she had met me at the door, fully dressed. I was so embarrassed I could feel the heat in my face. That happened in less than a second and a half as I stepped back and almost closed the door. I could hear her words. I could imagine her facial expression. I couldn't take my eyes off those breasts and her flat stomach. Looking back, that was an invitation for a later action. Just like the lady in the Mercedez; if I had walked after her and waited at the corner with no light a block away, she might have picked me up.

There was the time when my overweight aunt with tits so big, her bra had to be measured not by cup size but hat sizes. All my life, I looked forward to her hugs when we went to visit, which was only once or twice a year. She always seemed to be seated for that. She would act so excited to see me and pull my head onto one of those and kinda rock it across me a few times. My little dick would respond. I was never positioned for a sudden hard on. It would hurt. I'd turn red and she and mom tried not to let my embarrassment show that they noticed. On one visit, several couples were playing Rook upstairs. I was bored. She let someone take her place in the game. She came downstairs, convinced me to take a nap. She even laid down with me. At first, she was snuggled to my back. I could feel those massive breasts and her soft warm stomach against me. She had her right arm across me and pulled me snugly against her. Her hand was on my chest with her forearm on my stomach. I was worried her elbow might go a little lower and discover my dick. Then she said, "You asleep?" She knew I wasn't. She said, "Turn over." I was surprised when she let go and turned over herself. I turned over, moved down a little to let me knees bend under her soft wide ass. It was like her sitting in my lap without the weight. I'd never felt anything like it. I would have fucked her right then and not worried about getting caught. I was actually crazy with passion just then. I put my left arm over her waist. My hand had a mind of its own. It started light squeezing of her flesh. She laid still. Then she reached back with her left arm to pull my ass closer to her. I pushed my dick against her as hard as I could. I wanted her to know how hard I was. She made a light sound. I began to slowly hump her. She moved her hand back in front of her. I moved my left hand to her breast and tried to reach the end of it but my arm wasn't long enough. She moved my hand off her breast and shoved it lower on her stomach. I tried to shove it to her pussy but again, impossible. She put her hand on mine. She didn't say anything. It was a message to stop. She would have been my first if we lived close enough for me to see her with no one else at home.

As a recruiter in the Army, I once gave a lady a ride who said she wanted to go in the Army. She was in her early 30s, divorced, broke and hitch hiking across the country. It was dark. She asked me to take her about 10 miles to meet someone. When we got there, it was just an unlit intersection with a wide two lane she said truckers used to bypass some weigh stations. I said I didn't want to leave her there till she caught a ride. She said they wouldn't stop if I was there. No headlights in sight. She said I should turn around and watch for headlights. She would blow me for my troubles and when I saw headlights, she'd get out, I drive away so the trucker could see me drive away. She didn't even get started good till headlights appeared. Her plan worked and I had to jack off on the way back.

These are things I wonder about these days. Then I find a camp site. Not a fan of the high-end camp sites where your camper must be less than 5 years old and you book months if not years in advance. My camper is new and can accommodate 4 easily. I had it modified with a bigger shower and bedding. I'm not interested in seating anywhere except the two seats up front. There are still a few camp sites with public showers. That's where I like to meet people who would enjoy my shower. I have a handrail in my shower people, including me, use while getting fucked. Fucking underwater sucks; however, fucking with a stream of warm or very warm water shooting down on the dick and ass spot allows the water to be pushed in. It has more feel than a lubricated ass. I've been able to cum several times while getting fucked there. My dick doesn't get fully hard for that. It just cums. I still don't know if I like it as much as a full hard on climax. I think I'm pretty happy any time I cum. I even found a throwback men and women's restroom building from the glory hole days. I sat there blowing visitors for an hour. Then nearly fell when I got up to walk. I had to hold the top of the stall till the circulation returned full force to my legs, lol. While standing there, someone pulled my dick thru the hole and started sucking me. Before I got off, I pulled back, walked out, opened the door to that stall intending to invite him to my camper. He was a she. She had a vibrator between her legs. She said she'd been watching me work the other side and the wetness in front of her stool indicated she was a squirter. She followed me to the camper. Her husband and another guy asked if they could join us.

I am 66, living well and cumming every day. Even at that rate, I still get it up a few times without finishing it, just for fun. I'm pretty sure, the more you cum early, the longer you will be able to cum later.