Busty Babysitters Volume 1: Bribing the Sitter

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Andrew could feel her gaze on him. "It was fine, I suppose." he lied. Andrew sensed that she knew he wasn't being honest so he said, "Honestly, Samantha enjoyed it far more than I did." Uh...that might not be a good idea," he said. "I don't want you driving home after drinking and I don't want your parents to think that we're...partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn't be drinking at all" The opera was every bit as boring as Andrew imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. Andrew had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

Oh, Mr. Douglas, can you give me a ride home tonight, my mom has plans and won't be home until very late." He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips. Don't worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I'll cook something up. Just let me know when you'll be home. I love to cook, and I've got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys," she called into the family room. It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. John's house was cold and dark when he got home.

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She never settled down with any guy largely because she got such a thrill from teasing guys and feeling free to do whatever she wanted, and also to 'do' any guy she wanted to. Yes, she perfected what to wear when the weather allowed, how to wiggle and, most importantly, how to jiggle her wares. H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov. At last the show was over. "That was an excellent performance, don't you think?" his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. "Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to." The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation.

Terms of service: You agree that you are making use of our services at your own risk, and that they are being provided to you on an "AS IS" and "AS AVAILABLE" basis. Accordingly, to the extent permitted by applicable law, we exclude all express or implied warranties, terms and conditions including, but not limited to, implied warranties of content, fitness for a particular purpose, and non-infringement. Now Tommy, his son, was a horny little lad. He was good looking at 5'-10" tall and in reasonable shape for the nerd that he was. He was a computer gamer, as many kids his age are, but he was also a porn addict. He just loved to shoot his load and there was so much free porn out there, that he couldn't resist the all-powerful rush he got from climaxing. His favorite models were those short, petite Japanese women, especially the rare ones who happened to have big tits. Damn, but he found big tits on a little curvy Japanese babe to be so very, very sexy. Andrew knew that he was turning red. He could feel it as it happened. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving the gravel country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of Samantha's car. He barely had time to break and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car onto a spot that was all gravel. The moment the front tire hit the gravel the car lost its traction. Rachel screamed when the car spun out. Andrew heard her cries but was focused on regaining control of the car. He only had two thoughts on his mind... stabilize the car, keep Rachel safe. Of course," Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. "Um...would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn't running and my mom gave me a ride over here."His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver's side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn't move or say anything. That was another strange response. Andrew was tired, though, and didn't let his mind linger on it. "Are you ready?" Do all high school seniors dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs. Rachel leaned partially out of the doorway and gave her mother a thumbs up indicating that I had no problem giving her a ride home. I heard two honks from the car and I waved at her mother who looked all dolled up. I wave at her and watch her speed happily away.

Well I'm glad you're home too," Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house.

I bet," Rachel replied. "I'm sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert." John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home. I was looking through your CDs on the stereo," Rachel finished, laughing. "You always get nervous around me." Drink up. It's really good," Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table.