I stopped right there in my tracks. I started to weigh my options. I could save some of my dignity and leave. Or, I could let Mr. B have sex with me a...d get pass the class so I could be officially free from high school forever. The latter option seemed to be the way to go. Once I made my decision, I put down my bag and slowly walked over to Mr. B. "Have a seat sweetie, I won't bite," said Mr. B. "I'm sure you've never been with anyone my age baby. I'm 47, but don't let that scare you sweet. He took one look at the tray and knocked it out of her hands, it and its contents spilling onto the floor, soup and crackers, hot tea all over the place. What a mess! Now she would have to clean it up. "Would this nightmare ever end?" she asked herself.He staggered up off the chair grabbing his bottle of scotch with him and went upstairs into his study. She cleaned up the mess and then made herself a bowl of chowder with crackers. The cool summer ocean breeze and warm sun had made her very. Juggs, Gent, Over 40, Over 50 all the usual titles were there. Then lo and behold I saw something I had never seen before. "Looking Glass". A full color magazine about real life swingers. I was stunned and captivated. I quickly bought a movie and the magazine and raced to the subway to get home.As I rode the subway, black bag in hand I kept looking around at the various men and women riding with me. Did they know I was carrying porn. Did the realize I was fighting an erection. Could they guess. My hand roamed over her bouncy breast. I felt her tremble and moan with excitement. “Aw Chrissie, do you like what you see” I asked as I shoved my hand into her open shorts. “Mmm, you’re already ready for me.” I couldn’t believe I was finally about to have her after years of longing, of lusting. She moaned against my hand as my two fingers stroked her pussy. I ran kisses from the back of her neck to the back of her ear. Roughly tonguing her earlobe into my mouth, I listened as her moans.