‘Living a life is difficult Ian, a normal everyday life, getting up, going to work, making sure you are a good person, it is a full time job. Throw ...n another person and some things get easier, some things harder, it is, as with all things in life, al about balance.’ Her hand moved softly on him, caressing him in that slow sensuous manner of long time lovers, there is no hurry in these, just the acknowledgement and enjoyment of being and touching your other half. ‘Valerie is a strong. I want to try this, I'm gonna head down to the beach anyway if it works or not. So I set one of the blue pills on my tongue, and downed it with some water. Then I stared at the clock on the counter, and watched every second. 1...2...3, I counted to 45, and got this really strong pulling feeling in my stomach, like when you're hungry, and your stomach growls, you feel that tugging. Only this was a lot stronger. It felt like my stomach was trying to suck itself in. It didn't hurt, but I was. More on that part later.This story is about a young friend of mine, Lesley. You have to understand that Lesley wasn't one of my typical dates. We have been out about three times in the last two years when I was in Las Vegas.Lesley was now twenty-two years old and attended college. I was pushing forty at the time. She was a receptionist at an off the beaten track motel that dealt with truckers. Lesley's parents owned the motel.My first time there a couple of years back, some big beer-bellied oaf. I could feel him twitching in my mouth and he tasted so good, but I decided to slow down as I wanted to feel that hot tasty cock inside of my pussy. I told him to take off his clothes and looked at that young boy that I was about to fuck! Then I ordered to him to get on his knees as he did, I spread my legs and told him to lick my pussy, sliding my ass forward so his tongue could go deeper. The whole time he was pushing his fingers into my pussy and making me want that huge cock even more.I.