A sigh escaped me as I got in line. That is, until I noticed the barely-legal blonde standing before me. Although I could only see the back of her, I ...ould tell she was hot. But I did not realize just how hot until a guy cut through the line, shoving her backward. Wow! I gasped in amazement as she turned to apologize. She was hot, really hot! Sorry, she said, but I was far too busy struggling to keep from moaningwave after wave of arousal had started washing over meto respond. My lips curled. I was very self-conscious. The graphic magazines and video covers had my cock straining to break out of my shorts. I perused the aisles, looking at every genre. It was so hot. Just the fact that other people (although, most were men with only about 3 women among the couple of dozen customers) saw me in there looking at the porn, made me feel so dirty and exposed. I had never been in a place like this. Eventually, I found myself in the back of the store. I saw 2 different people enter a door in. His wife was a lawyer working under some senior high court lawyer. She was in her early 30’s.And in great shape. Her slender curves appeared distinctly below the tight salwar she used to wear on most days. Her boobs were lush, not too big but hugged perfectly to her salwar. I often got a hard on staring at her through my balcony when she’d sit in their front yard on that swaying chair. I wanted to fuck her. Tear that salwar off her lustful body, feel her beneath me, her rhythmic breaths and. Tracy… Thinking of her made me wet, too. Now that she’d—now that I’d—now that we’d both experienced the joys of each other’s company, I couldn’t wait to try it again. I wasn’t really into other women, but Tracy was special—so sexy and sensual; so loving, so sweet, so tender. And hot holy fuck were those big tits of hers fun to play with. What were we getting ourselves into here? The four of us were rushing head-first down a path that both thrilled me and scared the shit out of me at the same.