She absolutely loved sex. I had initially intended to train her sexually, and then send her home to be a local slut. That's what she had initially sai... she wanted as well. I remember her saying, "I want to learn to do everything possible to make my future boyfriends happy."However, all that changed when we fell in love with each other. She had indeed become a slut, but she was my slut. I had awoken a great sexual hunger in Leslie. As I pushed 40-years-old, I knew I would never come close to. A mix of her perfume and the heat from her body assaulted me in waves when she moved closer to me and took my hand. She looked so desperate, so beautiful, and so fuckable. I thought that if I could have read her mind, that she'd have been starved for him, for the thick, pulsing cock that stood rigid and upright, waiting impatiently for her to take it - in her mouth, then inside her, filling her belly as the length of it dragged across her glistening, distended clit. Even if she could find the. You saw me. I’ll hold your pussy lips open and guide his cock into you. That’s more help than I had. I’ll even tickle your clit to take your mind off the pain until you get past your hymen. Then you won’t care.”“Oh, it hurts. It hurts.”“Yeah, but not for long. Doesn’t it feel good when I tickle your clit?”“Yeah.”“Ok. Just keep thinking about how good that feels and relax. That’s the best thing you can do to make it go all the way in.”“Are you sure it will go all the way? It feels really. I’ve been figuring at any moment your date would come in or you would run to the bathroom and I’m wondering which will happen first.’ ‘So, has the whole restaurant noticed or just you?’ ‘Look around,’ she signaled with her hand. Brian looked around and realized the place was almost empty. He hadn’t even noticed that so many people had left. His thoughts only of Jessi all the long 54 minutes, first the anticipation of seeing her, then the dread that she wasn’t coming and now the gut- wrenching.