These were honor students and, although I was cool with them in the hall, they didn’t seem to be very excited to see me there. The only people excit...d to see me were the Three Amigos. Those guys were pumped that I was going to be in their class and wanted me to sit in the front row next to them. I politely declined and moved to the back of the room as usual. It turned out that the class was freaking hard! I wouldn’t wasn’t going to be able to coast through like I had in algebra. For the first. This was the only thing providing her with any modesty at all. Inoticed that she was lying with her head turned toward my side ofthe room...just as if she was looking at me. That made me verynervous at first until I saw her reach down and tug the towelfurther down on her butt. She was using the mirror side of theglass to check herself.I ought to tell you more about this sexy woman I was viewingthrough the glass. Marty, as I've mentioned, is fifty-one. She hasbeen diligent over the last several. I was naked, of course. I never wore clothes to bed anymore. I arose and turned on the light. I slipped on a peignoir and opened the door. It was Wendall. "Hello, little one. Nice night isn't it? My dear, Gwen has sent me here to see if you need some company. She seems to think I might be able to give you some companionship. Is she correct, my dear?" I blushed. "Maybe. What do you have in mind, Wendall?" "Just a bit of slap and tickle, dear. Let us see where it takes us." "Don't be silly. You. As we approached the stereo, I caught her smiling at the painful bulge in my shorts and she said, "You poor thing. That must be really uncomfortable." I adjusted myself and admitted that it kind of hurt. "You know," she faced me and said in a sexy voice, "you'll be a lot more comfortable once I get these shorts off of you." Her hands reached for my belt and quickly unfastened it. Then her fingers flicked open the button at the waist and all of a sudden my shorts were hanging loosely on my hips..