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To help pay for my Uni studies, I babysit for a couple who live in the smart part of my town.Jeff is a self-made man, with a successful business. In his late forties, good-looking and with a wicked sense of humour, we always have a laugh and flirt quite a lot.Much to the annoyance of Linda, his wife. Whilst attractive, she is a stuck-up cow, who gives him a hard time. She tolerates me because I perform a service for them.One Saturday, I arrived at their house, for the front door to be opened by Linda. Her face looked like she was sucking a lemon when she saw me. Admittedly, I stood there, long blond hair, nicely made-up, and dressed in ripped jeans and a bralette top.“Hardly appropriate for babysitting, Abbie, but you had better come in,” Linda declared icily, gesturing for me to follow her inside.“I’m going upstairs to finish Bodrum Escort getting ready. Jeff is in the kitchen,” she indicated, before walking towards the stairs.Entering the kitchen, and flashing him with a big smile, I rolled my eyes, “Hiya, Jeff; think I have got off to a bad start with Linda already…”“Not surprised, Abbie,” he chuckled, his eyes on my barely concealed breasts.“You don’t approve,” I pouted, pushing my chest out slightly.“Oh, I very much approve,” Jeff smiled, admiring my cleavage, “I’m just not sure my wife does.”“I didn’t wear it for her,” I winked, looking him straight in the eye.“Is that so..”“Yes, it is…”Clearing his throat, Jeff deflected by suggesting, “Dressed like that, you must have the local boys falling at your feet.”“Not really interested in boys, Jeff; I prefer men Bodrum Escort Bayan with lots of experience,” I purred, brushing a hand slowly across my boobs, and shifting my gaze pointedly to his crotch.“Would you teach me a lesson,” I continued, watching his trousers tent.“If you asked nicely, young lady,” Jeff replied with a grin, before hastily turning away to hide his hard-on, as his wife walked into the kitchen.“Come on, Jeff,” Linda demanded, “we need to go.” Turning to me, she continued coldly, “We won’t be late,” before striding out.Raising an eyebrow and grinning at me, Jeff followed her out of the room. I responded by blowing him a kiss and winking.They returned just after midnight. Instead of coming to check-in with me, Linda and Jeff went straight upstairs. After a few minutes, Jeff Escort Bodrum came back down and went into the kitchen. Reappearing in the lounge with two bottles of beer, he handed me one, explaining with a wry smile that Linda was feeling a little under the weather and had gone straight to bed.“All OK here?”“All good,” I smiled.“What’s been on TV?”“No idea. Spent the evening thinking about experience.”“And what conclusions did you come to?”“Oh, I concluded three times, thinking about it,” I replied quietly, looking directly at him.“In fact,” I continued, unbuttoning my jeans, “I think I need to conclude again.”Jeff watched with eyes widening, whilst I slid my hand into my thong and began to play with myself.“God, you make me feel so horny,” I murmured, my finger sliding gently into my pussy. At the same time, I peeled my bralette up with my other hand, releasing my full, firm, boobs.“Do like my big tits, Jeff? Do you like me playing with them whilst I finger myself,” I teased.“The thought of your cock deep inside me; taking me any way you want,” I moaned, fingering myself rhythmically now.
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