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Busty Baby Sitter: EP1

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Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John cdown the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene." Rachel smiled in gratitude.

"You're welcome," he replied. "You deserve every penny. Kathy and | are very happy with you. There is no one

that we trust the kids with more than you."

"Thank you, that means a lot. | love them like they're my own. | would do anything for you guys."

Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard tmeeting John's gaze. For his part, John was having a

hard tkeeping his eyes away from Rachel's exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was

bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe

melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? John was glad that she wasn't meeting his gaze. He

was embarrassed at his lack of self-control. "Okay... | guess we'll see you on Saturday then." He cleared his

throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and

not saying anything?

"Yes. I'll be here at six p. m," She managed to meet his eyes. "Bye, Mr. Greene." She grabbed her purse and

hurried out the door.

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

tstaring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs.

"Coming, honey," he said. "Just turning out the lights and locking up down here."

John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful

erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she

would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was

a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head.

The week progressed at a snail's pace, but Saturday arrived at last. John's wife had tickets to the opera and

although John couldn't think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that

she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that John wanted to go to, but she expected

him to attend all of her highbrow events.

The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn't have worn a tighter

shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst

right through it. "H... uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous

book by Nabokov.

Rachel giggled. "Can | cin?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the

side allowing her to saunter past him.

"It's okay, Mr. Greene." She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the

back yard to greet her.

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John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the the and his wife cdownstairs, Rachel was busy playing

with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look

considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife's benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him?

His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. "We'll be back after eleven

sometime. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. "Um... would it be okay if you could givea ride home?

My car isn't running and my mom gavea ride over here."

"Yes. That would be fine." John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way

to her house.

The opera was every bit as boring as John 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 tshe smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn't

remember the last tthey'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something.

He 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.

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."

John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove hin silence. Why did she have to

throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a

ride home. Kathy snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he

got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house in front of him, said a quick good-night and thank you to

Rachel and disappeared up the stairs.

John followed her in the door, fished scash out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel. She was just slipping

on her flip-flops and smiling at him. She wasn't wearing her cardigan. "How were the kids?"

"They were perfect angels, just like always."

"No problems?"

"Of course not, Mr. Greene," she said. "They loveand you know that | love them."

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