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A little over a year or so ago, I was presented with an opportunity and decided to jump on it. The local school system, which my son attends, was auctioning off a couple of their old school buses that they no longer used. I looked into it because I had a few ideas in my mind and if the price was right, then I would be interested in one of the buses. I had wanted to make my own RV for the longest time and converting one of the old school buses would be a fun project and I would be able to design the RV the exact way I wanted it, so that's why I was interested in the buses.

I headed down to the Board of Education building on the day of the auction to see what they were getting rid of, and my eyes lit up when I got there. One of the buses that were up for auction had a bit of an emotional connection to me and my family. My son who attends school here in town, is autistic and had been on the school buses during his entire school career. One of the buses that they were auctioning off, just happened to be the first bus he was ever on. As soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted it.

The auction began, and there weren't many people to bid on the buses so my chances of getting the one I wanted were very good. When they began the bidding, I made my offer and there was no counteroffer. It was that easy, and I was now the new owner of an old beat-up school bus, but I didn't care. Like I said, I had an emotional connection to the bus, and I also wanted to convert and make my own RV so this would be perfect. It was a great size, and once I cleared out all the seats, I would have plenty of room to do what I wanted. After dealing with all the paperwork and such, I headed home with my new purchase.

Once I got the bus home, I parked it in the back of the yard, next to my garage where I would be working on it. When my son arrived home from school that day, his eyes lit up as he ran up the driveway looking at the bus. Seeing his reaction made my day and I knew I had made the right decision.

After a few weeks of getting things in order, I finally began to work on the bus. I started by pulling out all the seats, and the interior, basically gutting it down to the frame. It was going to take a lot of time, but I wanted to do it right. I spent the next several months working on the bus, slowly building it to where I wanted it. I had a friend of mine who owns his own mechanic shop, and he helped me out often. I even had him pull the engine out of the bus and rebuild it, along with the transmission so that everything would be in good shape.

After about 10 months, I finally had the bus up and running and minus a few last-minute details, it was looking good. I had managed to fit a full-size bed in the back of the bus, along with a small bathroom area, which included a standup shower, as well as a small kitchen area. In between the bathroom and kitchen, there was a table, that could be folded up, and the bench converted into a seating area to watch TV. The front was basic, with the driver's area, and two seats behind the drivers for passengers to tag along. Everything was looking great, and I couldn't wait to take it out on the road.

The weekend that followed was my son's birthday so I couldn't take the bus out for a test drive just yet. We were having a party and invited a few people over and my wife and I decided to invite his first bus driver to the party as well. She had been a real sweetheart to him when he first started school and guided all of us on what to do. Naturally, we were nervous, but she made everything smooth and simple for us and we really appreciated it. Since then, we had stayed in touch with her, and she had come around from time to time to see how he was progressing.

On top of being a real sweetheart, she was also a gorgeous looking woman. Her name was Clara, and she was in her mid-50s. She was from Columbia and had a body to desire. She was thin and curvy, with an amazing ass, and a perky set of tits. Since the first time I had laid eyes on her, I wanted to fuck her. She was literally one of the sexiest women I have ever seen. Over the years that she drove my son, we had playfully joked around with each other and even flirted a bit. There was a mutual admiration, but we never took it farther than flirting with one another. I always felt that if I had tried, I might have gotten surprised, but never took the chance. Even though I was married, my wife and I had a very relaxed relationship, and she didn't care if I

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