![]() ![]() The doorbell rang and I walked across the room, following along behind my eight inch erection. I went downstairs and sat on the couch and masturbated while I waited for her. ![]() I woke up the next morning with a massive hard-on. I wanked off in the shower and again when I went to bed. My Johnson was hard as a rock all night because I couldn't stop thinking of her. I stroked it furiously as I watched her walk across the yard and go into her house. She walked out of the house and closed the door, and I pulled my dick out of my pants. She promised to be over bright and early the next morning. I kicked the air-con on high, and her long thin nipples protruded through the thin cotton of her spaghetti strapped tank top. Her bright magenta thong was very visible above the tiniest denim mini-skirt I'd probably ever seen. I couldn't help but appreciate the sweet little show she put on for me all night. I had a big report due the next morning, so she said she'd be right there to cook dinner, give the boys their baths, read them a bedtime story and get them to sleep. The first thing I did was call Kristin to see if she could come and help us out while Leah was gone I couldn't very well leave the kids on their own while I was at work all day. So she was off to Illinois for a couple of weeks leaving the kids and I in Washington to fend for ourselves. It was nothing life-threatening, but Leah wanted to be there to help take care of her. Then Leah's father called to say that her mother was going to need surgery. She'd see me watching her and she'd start bouncing up and down in the pool, waving at me and blowing kisses. Many a warm summer night I stood at the kitchen window with a cold beer in one hand and my hard dick in the other as I watched her splashing around in the pool with my sons, her wet bathing suit covering almost nothing. Most of the time from May til September, Kristen hung out in the pool and wore one of her skimpy little bathing suits when she babysat. They played in the pool in the backyard or else they ran back and forth under the sprinkler. It was summertime now, Kristin had just graduated from high school, and our kids practically lived outside. I never mentioned this incident to Leah because she'd have fired Kristin on the spot and probably would have hired chubby little Claire, the always-chattering, always-smiling girl who lived next door. I got suspicious and dug through the kitchen garbage until I found it: a cum-filled condom wrapped in a wad of kleenex and buried under a ton of other stuff. I often fantasized about what it would be like to be ramming it to her, especially after the time I checked her myspace page and found a posting by a boy I'd seen hanging around the neighborhood a lot. I wondered which of them she was having sex with. She lived on the same street we did, so over the years I'd gotten to watch a steady parade of young assholes showing up at her doorstep. But once Leah was out of the room, Kristin could always be counted on to turn on her teenaged trailer tramp bit, dancing around and wiggling her sweet little ass, licking her lips and shaking her perfectly perky titties at me. She was also operating under the false assumption that Kristin was innocent. Leah was convinced Kristin was just a typical teenager your average girl next door type. She always came across as Little Miss Sweetness and Light when my wife was around. They were just big enough and really, really firm. Kristin's a little on the short side and a little on the thin side - but with decent knockers. My wife Leah liked her because she left the house clean, and I liked her because she gave me a boner when she smiled at me. Kristin was usually available when we needed her, her hourly rate was reasonable, and our kids seemed to genuinely like her. We'd been using her services for the past couple of years now, ever since my wife got her phone number from one of the other mothers. Back in the old days, I had to take my wife out to dinner or the movies or something just for a chance to feast my eyes on Kristin, our luscious little babysitter.
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