Babysitting The Baumgartners

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The kids had stopped at their mother's warning and were treaded through the sand toward us. They really were great kids. I wished sometimes that my sisters and I got along as well as they did. Also, if you want to get more of me faster when you come to Lit (*grin*) don't forget to add me to your favorites! Oh, to wear a micro, you just have to," she said, half-sitting. She touched my thigh, pulling my bikini bottoms aside a little to reveal the line of my dark pubic hair. "Yep, you'd definitely need to shave. Or, I brought some wax. You could wax it all. I do." The movie starts off with Ronnie narrating and once they get to the beach house she is relaxing by the pool. Mrs. B. joins her and Ronnie admires her stunning body in a hot micro-bikini. They rub some suntan oil on one another and when Mrs. B. starts making comments about Ronnie's body she gets a bit flustered and goes in to cool off. I'd be happy to help you," she offered. Her fingers were moving over the elastic tops of my bikini bottoms. "It's hard to do a bikini wax on yourself."

Mrs. B is loaning Ronnie a micro-bikini for the swim and helping her try one on. There's a problem with the bottoms; Ronnie has a bit too much hair and Mrs. B. is prepared to fix that problem. Ronnie feels pretty weird, legs spread while sitting on the counter and getting lathered and shaved by her employer. Mrs. B. uses a very cool handheld showerhead to rinse Ronnie off and gazes knowingly into Ronnie's eyes as she brings her to a shuddering orgasm. It's a very hot scene. Ronnie gets in the shower and recounts in her mind what just happened at the pool while bringing herself to orgasm with her fingers.Mrs. B was humming something to herself, but I didn't know the tune. The rhythmic sound of the waves against the shore had me drifting in and out. Far away, I could hear a dog bark. Since I am not familiar with the novel it is based on, I can't speak for how accurate of a portrayal it is, but the dialog is well written and is performed well by everyone on-screen. There's some good extras included, and the company info and ads aren't forced upon you, they are selectable. The two move to a candlelit bath tub for some shampooing and pampering. Carrie cleans up Ronnie's shave job and slides a finger in Ronnie's ass. The two move to the bed where Carrie's ass looks extremely fine as they make out. The soft, sensual caresses lead to a 69, the pair fingering and tonguing each other to ecstasy. Carrie expertly grinds her crotch into Ronnie's and cums.

I was fifteen when I started babysitting for the Baumgartners. They had two kids. Henry and Janie were four and five that first time I sat in their living room eating pizza with them and watching "Lilo and Stitch" until they both conked out on the floor, their greasy faces smearing their mom's white carpet.

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urn:oclc:record:1357507506 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier babysittingbaumg0000kitt Identifier-ark ark:/13960/s2m8c7sr39z Invoice 1652 Isbn 9781440431951 I loved babysitting for them—Mr. Baumgartner ("Call me Doc, everybody does") usually came home drunk enough to pay me way too much for the night. Mrs. Baumgartner (she never said to call her anything but Mrs. Baumgartner, although I did shorten it to "Mrs. B" over the years) was very pretty and nice and kept really good ice cream (Häagen-Dazs) in the freezer. They had a huge TV, an enormous house, and I became their regular babysitter every Friday night, sometimes Saturdays, too, all through high school. Do you shave?" she repeated, opening one eye to look at me. "I wax, myself. It's much easier and takes care of things for a lot longer down there, if you know what I mean." Wh—what?" I stammered, still staring. She was smoothing oil over her belly, which was softer and a little more rounded than mine, working it under the strings of her bikini and down into the grooves of her thighs.

If I can get a tan, that will be reward enough," I said, grabbing the oil next to my towel and pouring some into my hands. I worked it into my thighs and over my smooth, flat belly. I noticed her watching me. "Do you want some?"Ocr tesseract 5.2.0-1-gc42a Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 1.0000 Ocr_module_version 0.0.18 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA-NS-1300564 Openlibrary_edition Ronnie is in the shower, soaping up and playing with her newly shaved beaver. She recounts Mrs. B. getting her off as she fingers her snatch and pinches her nipple. She gets out and makes a call home and then takes a nap where she dreams about oiling up Mrs. B's tits. She is awaken to Doc shouting to see if anyone is home. Since she doesn't respond he fires up some porn on the projector. Brandt takes a pornographer's perspective to the material that is unfortunate. There are plenty of opportunities for conflict or confrontation, but if one starts, as porno people are wont to do, from a "sex is everything" and "repression of impulses is bad" point-of-view, then every chance encounter turns to full-blown passionate sex. Sara is seduced by the beautiful couple, but early on I was wary of their motives and expected something to happen. Other than a momentary sort of twist at the very end, not part of the film proper, nothing comes of their bringing Sara into their bed, other than a lot of sexual activity for us to watch.

You can borrow one of mine," she said, her thigh sliding along mine as she adjusted on the blanket. "If you want less of a tan line. I brought several." Also, the need to broaden the action beyond just 3 people (and avoid a relentlessness like Oshima's claustrophobic "In the Realm of the Senses" and its nuclear couple) injects AJ Applegate as another au pair, suitable for humping. Brandt very awkwardly adds her to the story, at first in a teaser scene in which Kay herself appears, looking quite glamorous for a mere cameo, bringing AJ over to visit the beach house. Who Kay's character is and what her relationship is to AJ is not revealed, at best I gathered she is an old pal of Carrie's. After this intro, AJ does not reappear until hours later on Disk 2 of the DVD set, available for romantic action as Sara rather sarcastically shows her how to take care of the little kid. Following porn tradition (see especially PT's "The Masseuse" as a famous case in the Clint Eastwood "American Sniper" vein) the child is never shown. Doc loves it," she went on, and I felt her hand against my hip, just resting there. "And it's so incredible to walk around that way. You feel so exposed... it's like a constant turn-on." You know, watching the kids isn't all you're here for, Veronica," Mrs. Baumgartner said after they went in, turning her face to me and resting her cheek on her folded arms. "Doc and I were just talking last night about how much you've done for us over the years. The kids adore you. You're like part of the family." Along the way there are over 14 sex scenes (depending on how you count: does soft-core or just masturbation constitute a sex scene in today's "vignettes only" Adult world?), mainly involving Sara. She is frequently the voyeuse, catching her employers making love, and instantly masturbating as a result. Before long she joins in, and it is the open marriage/menage a trois aspects of this story, adapted by Kay from a novel by Selena Kitt, that forms the central interest of the picture.

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Henry and Janie, you need to go in the house!" Mrs. Baumgartner called, stretching out on her stomach on the blanket. It was on one of those mornings that Mrs. Baumgartner came out and joined me. The kids were making some sort of sand castle (really, it was more of a sand village—it spanned half the beach!) and I was reading a Nora Roberts novel. She turned her face to mine, smiling at me. "Well, thank you for the compliment." I saw her eyes moving down over my breasts, and I was aware of how hard my nipples were. Babysitting the Baumgartners" is the story of Dr. and Mrs. Baumgartner, a couple very much in love but always open to new, and erotic, experiences. When their longtime au pair joins them on a sun and pleasure-filled vacation, she discovers there are ulterior motives for having her there… and savors every moment of it. How are you feeling, Veronica?" she asked, laying out a large blanket on the white sand next to my towel. She was the only one who ever called me by my first name. Everyone else called me "Ronnie."