Just turn it off and promise me you won't show this to anyone else. Please, I beg of you."Now I had that little bitch just where I wanted her. I smile...d and said, "Anything? You'll do anything? Well, let me tell you what's going on with your brother and me. You see, my sweet little sis, I'm what's called a Hot-Wife. Not only do I dress like a slut, I am one. This is at the downright insistence of Brad. In fact, he worked on me for almost a year before I finally let him talk me into it. Now I. This is way better." That was a fucking turn-on if there ever was one. I've never forgotten those words. I thought I was going to explode right then and there. I kept pumping away until I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her from the seat. I put her up against the back of the passenger side chair and started driving my cock harder and harder inside her. I used the chair as leverage to drive it as deep and fast as I could. Her mouth sucked on my ear and she blew some eardrums as she. "Well, anything that isn't, you know, too gross…or too painful," she explained."How will I know if what I have in mind is too painful?" I offered hypothetically."Dammit it Billy! I'd let you know if it was too painful!" She stammered."Okay, well, how about if we test your offer?" I proposed as I got up from the table and made my way over to my desk nestled in the corner of the dining room."What are you doing over there?" she asked impatiently, as I rummaged through the drawers, finally. Amy was one of those girls who opted for just panties instead of shorts. She did have a pair of shorts in her backpack just in case she got caught, which really didn't happen all that often. I also noticed that sometimes when caught she would put the shorts on and then as soon as she was out of sight they came back off.We would load up on the bus and it was my job to load their equipment bags. The bags went to the back row so I would end up sitting back there. Amy made sure that she also would.