Fighting the paralyzing fear of being just fifteen and all alone."We're going to change cars," Angela said, pulling up next to her Civic with the Utah...plates. We were parked on the side of the gas station, which was busy with trucks mostly, some cars too though. People were coming and going quickly, not noticing us at all. Nobody sees anything at a place like that.She opened the passenger door and bent herself in, leaning on the seat and reaching a hand for me. "Come on." Her fingers twitched a. Came back and sat in the chair opposite of her I made sure to grab my shades so she couldn't tell I would be stairing at her pussy the whole time we talked . After she finished her drink I offered her another. To which she gladly excepted . As she kept drinking her thighs would part a lil more . Then she chugged the last drink she looked at me and said I guess you like what you see. I said well yeah . She said to bad your happily married. I took my shades off where I could look her in the eyes. I know my dad; he’d go to the track and not bet for me, telling me he forgot if I didn’t prove that I knew what I was doing. I thought it was funny at the time that I couldn’t see the results of every race and that’s never changed. I can usually see five or six out of the total. The same is true with baseball or football schedules.“Long story short, everyone bet on my choices, but fortunately not so much as to create suspicion. My mom and dad and all of their friends bet ten bucks on the. "Okay, ma'am."I pushed open the door, and I heard the slap of flesh and the giggly moan of a young woman. "Umm, I like it when you do that, Mr. Sullivan." Well, Miss Jones, how about when I do this?" I wasn't sure what Sean just did, but Miss Jones squealed in delight.Walking in, I saw my husband behind a young teen bent over his desk, her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles. She had bleached-blonde hair and dark eyes with long eyelashes. She was slamming her hips back into my husband,.