Jokes under Sex and shit > Babysitter

After a night out, I dropped the wife off and drove the babysitter home.

As we pulled up outside her house, I turned to thank her and noticed she was struggling to find the door handle.

I stretched across, my arm softly brushing against her breast.

"Oh, sorry about that," I said apologetically.

"That's Ok," she replied, with a certain glint in her eye, "I liked it."

I thought to myself, " [...]

After a night out, I dropped the wife off and drove the babysitter home.

As we pulled up outside her house, I turned to thank her and noticed she was struggling to find the door handle.

I stretched across, my arm softly brushing against her breast.

"Oh, sorry about that," I said apologetically.

"That's Ok," she replied, with a certain glint in her eye, "I liked it."

I thought to myself, "Fuck, she's up for it, do I take a chance?"

As I nervously moved forward to kiss her, she slowly closed her eyes and opened her mouth, our tongues met. I slipped my hand up her skirt and before I knew it, we'd had the most mind-blowing sex in the car.

After, I breathlessly said,"Thanks mum, same time next week, yeah?"

I was in my local and I bumped into an old neighbour. A woman who, as a fourteen year old, I would babysit for to earn a bit of cash. I'd always had a crush on this woman and the years had been kind to her as she still looked really fit for her age. We shared a few drinks and she started to flirt with me and she reminded me that I used to babysit her kids.

I suddenly remembered I used to go through her draws, get out her vibrator, all crusty with the odd pube stuck to it, and snif [...]

I was in my local and I bumped into an old neighbour. A woman who, as a fourteen year old, I would babysit for to earn a bit of cash. I'd always had a crush on this woman and the years had been kind to her as she still looked really fit for her age. We shared a few drinks and she started to flirt with me and she reminded me that I used to babysit her kids.

I suddenly remembered I used to go through her draws, get out her vibrator, all crusty with the odd pube stuck to it, and sniff it whilst wanking myself off, thinking of her using it on herself. I snapped back to the conversation. "Are you still with your husband?" I asked.

She smiled, touched my arm and said, "No. I left him when I found him, one night, wanking to gay porn with a dildo up his arse."