Your babysitter reminds of your first college girlfriend – the one that got away.
You answer the doorbell to admit the new babysitter. You look her over, stunned, while trying to repress the twitch in your crotch. First, you see her long, soft blonde hair, and you get stiff. Next, you notice her pouty pink lips and twinkling eyes, and you get stiffer. Finally, you focus on her fantastic figure – featuring bouncing breasts, and you’re fully engorged. You hide the pup tent as you walk away while your wife gives her the standard 4-1-1.
She waves you two out the door minutes later, her smile enticing and enchanting. Fortunately, your wife hasn’t demanded your full attention tonight, because you keep getting sidetracked by babysitter fantasies. You silently vow to forget the babysitter for the next three hours. Unsuccessfully. You fantasize, then your hard-on brings you back to reality – you have to keep control or face disaster. You’ve now pictured those plump lips encasing your wood eighteen times. You had another eighteen mental diversions, evenly divided between picturing her doing cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and doggy style.
Date night is almost tedious, distracting from daydreams of that hot babysitter.
You drive her home knowing you’ll then return to your regularly scheduled routine marital boff. Making idle conversation, you ask what courses she’s taking, and she surprises you with her answer. “Psychology courses, mainly,” she answers, then says, “I hope to be come a sex therapist.” Your imagination runs rampant and your erection wakes up, harder than ever. You wonder whether she would be willing to tackle your imaginary sex problems, and what therapeutic practices she’d employ. “Does that require you to have sex with your patient?” you ask. She gives you a 100-watt smile and says…
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