"I couldn't have done itwithout you."I wished she would stop dropping hints like that. So far, they didn'tseem to realize who I was. As long as they d...dn't, I might still have ajob the next morning. I gathered up all my courage."Well," I observed, "if this is a celebration, perhaps we should have adrink. Would it be too much trouble to order me a frozen strawberrymargarita? Make it the big one; I need it."Ten minutes later, I was already half-way through the frosty, forty-eight ounce. "Diego, when I asked you to check the tires up in the foothills, did you happen to put any air in the tires?"He was looking out the partially open window at her getting soaked in the pelting rain and looked real thoughtful. It was almost funny to see his look when he really concentrated like that."Oh, si, Miss Amy, Diego put air in all the tires because they not up to the number on the door. Now they are all filled up and we are bouncing nice and high."She wanted to pull him out and throttle. His hand on my leg grew restless and started to move inwards, brushing my inner thigh. I raked my nails over his back and kissed him passionately as his fingers brushed the gusset of my thong. I exhaled sharply and he clearly took this as permission to press his hand against me, lingering there, rocking slowly. With each movement I felt hot desire build in my clit, a need for him. I let out a tiny whimper into his mouth as he slipped his hand into my underwear and pressed a finger into me,. I had recently started a babysitting company with Ashley and let's just say that we were two babysitters that went above and beyond the call of duty ;-) We may have been young, but we LOVED making guys cum! (For more on that, see my story, "Adventures in Babysitting"). I was "babysitting" for a man that was particularly into stockings and he would buy me pairs of stockings that were older than me! Some of them were from the 1930's and 40's. I used to pretend that I was Marilyn Monroe when I.