I have just turned fifty five myself. Have a job and wonderful wife with two great k**s. It all started with my dad who could not keep his pecker in...his pants. I had seen dad put the pork to mom several times. But I had seen him put the pork to many other women also. He would take me to his office on Saturdays, he would put me in the office next to his with crayons and paper. I learned how to lift the ceiling tiles and peer over to his office. I watched him fuck many of his secretaries. Some. Kent mingled through the crowd, showed off his wife Beth and they laughed and pointed past his wife as he talked about me. I was doing my best to keep up and stand on the heels. Little did I know that standing wouldn’t be a problem for much longer. As we were going through the crowd Kent and Beth both stopped and sat at a table with friends. Kent sat with Beth on his right next to her was a beautiful blonde voluptuous woman wearing an amazing body stocking with thigh high boots sitting with her. Most of them were at least attempting to make it look like they were doing the work he had set them an analysis of the themes of Hamlet. He weighed over his proposition in his head and thought to hell with it, today was the day. It was the final period of the day and which would make it easier to get away with what he was going to suggest.All John had to do now was work out the best candidate for his offer. For awhile now he had been sizing up his options this was a school filled with a lot of. No one ever knew as it was their little secret. He never told John and neither did Liz.He told me he took her death very hard that John was calm and quiet about it. John lived with death, I did my fighting from a ship. That he didn't walk, talk, and eat with death as John did. He never saw those that he killed Scott told me.”I was secretly in love with that woman and was going to tell her, however she died before I ever got the chance to tell her,” Scott said wiping a tear from his eye.He.