That's what she had initially said she wanted as well. I remember her saying, "I want to learn to do everything possible to make my future boyfriends ...appy."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 satisfying that hunger alone. Therefore, I gladly shared her with numerous young men. Her young men included a few. "What you need is a foot massage,“ I said.“Mmm, that sounds nice. You would give me a foot massage?” she asked, sitting up again.“Sure, why not,” I replied.I turned in my seat, moving into a better position to work on her feet and began to rub them. As I gently massaged her feet, she wiggled her toes in enjoyment. I put one foot on my thigh next to my crotch and one foot I held in both my hands and rubbed it some more.“I didn’t know you were a foot guy,” she said.“What do you mean, Heather?”“I. ‘I know my last letter was a bit of a throwback to the ones I first wrote, things that I want to do to you, thoughts of wanton lust and untamed passion. But I know you liked it anyway, you always do. Or at least I would hope… this one will be softer I promise, not less but more of the things that you really deserve. You enter the house tired from a long day, your clothes feel restraining and sticky. All you want is a hot bath and your favorite music… and me. You call my name but there is no. Laura was nice and tight. Not so tight that it hurt her but a nice tight to slip into over and over again. It was one of the best fucks ever. Both Laura and I would remember this for the rest of our lives.About mid-week the construction began for our pool area. A backhoe dug a pretty good size hole for the fiberglass pool that was on its way and another one for the large Jacuzzi. They dug a trench for water, electricity, and sewer to the house and connected it all in. When the pool itself.