He started to thrust more rapidly and deeper and as he did so, her moans became louder and his breathing became faster, as did my own!Each time he thr...st into her she moaned and raised her bottom off the seat to meet his thrusts, sighing and grunting loudly as she did so.From where I was standing I could not see if her breasts were exposed, so I bent forward and downward to check and that's when the whole thing started to unravel!She turned her head and saw me and the quickly told her boyfriend. When I said, "yes" he asked me to take it off as he couldn't work on the brakes with it on. He opened the door for me and I leaned in over the seat to the hand brake. I could feel the back of my dress riding up over my butt and nearly to my waist. I pretended to be having difficulty with the hand brake and stayed like that for what seemed like 10 minutes, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds.I heard the wolf-whistle again and remembered that the mechanic in the pit was right behind. Her ankles shifted inwards, legs swinging over his to lock him in place.He thrust.It was tight. Hot. Wet. The angle was wrong. He was bent downward, the head of his shaft scraping against the top of her walls ... Her moan was guttural, primal. He felt himself responding the same way, hands squeezing her body for leverage as he pulled himself part way out, only to thrust in again. The bed began swinging, her fingers and toes gripping it with a force that could break bones. He could feel his. Let's see how far therabbit hole goes..."I found myself holding on to her, hands around her neck, in massive shockof being the sexier half of a lesbian schoolgirl fantasy with mygirlfriend. I found myself enjoying it tremendously. But the best momentcame next, when she lifted my tiny schoolgirl skirt, goggled, put downthe skirt, stared, and then flipped it around my hips to show me what shesaw.I giggled. Wyrd seemed to have forgotten something."God, you're hard. You're really turned on by this,.