Babysitting The Baumgartners

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Babysitting The Baumgartners

Babysitting The Baumgartners

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She turned her face to mine, smiling at me. "Well, thank you for the compliment." I saw her eyes moving down over my breasts, and I was aware of how hard my nipples were. The only complaint I have is that some of the scenes seem unnecessary. Ronnie masturbates a lot at the beginning, we don't need to see every second of it although some of the scenes are pretty steamy. The movie starts off with Ronnie narrating and once they get to the beach house she is relaxing by the pool. Mrs. B. joins her and Ronnie admires her stunning body in a hot micro-bikini. They rub some suntan oil on one another and when Mrs. B. starts making comments about Ronnie's body she gets a bit flustered and goes in to cool off. Mrs. B is loaning Ronnie a micro-bikini for the swim and helping her try one on. There's a problem with the bottoms; Ronnie has a bit too much hair and Mrs. B. is prepared to fix that problem. Ronnie feels pretty weird, legs spread while sitting on the counter and getting lathered and shaved by her employer. Mrs. B. uses a very cool handheld showerhead to rinse Ronnie off and gazes knowingly into Ronnie's eyes as she brings her to a shuddering orgasm. It's a very hot scene. You can borrow one of mine," she said, her thigh sliding along mine as she adjusted on the blanket. "If you want less of a tan line. I brought several."

You think about it," Mrs. B said, her hand lightly stroking my side. I could feel that gentle throbbing between my thighs, more insistent now. Wh—what?" I stammered, still staring. She was smoothing oil over her belly, which was softer and a little more rounded than mine, working it under the strings of her bikini and down into the grooves of her thighs. I loved babysitting for them—Mr. Baumgartner ("Call me Doc, everybody does") usually came home drunk enough to pay me way too much for the night. Mrs. Baumgartner (she never said to call her anything but Mrs. Baumgartner, although I did shorten it to "Mrs. B" over the years) was very pretty and nice and kept really good ice cream (Häagen-Dazs) in the freezer. They had a huge TV, an enormous house, and I became their regular babysitter every Friday night, sometimes Saturdays, too, all through high school. Once she nods a go-ahead Doc lubes up and slides in as Carrie rubs Ronnie's pussy and kisses her reassuringly. The couple eases her in gently to the world of anal sex; the trio's conversation seeming natural and reassuring as Doc repositions her so he can plow her asshole while Carrie plunges her pussy with a vibrator; bringing Ronnie to multiple screaming orgasms. Everyone is worked up now and Carrie climbs aboard Ronnie's face, kissing her husband as he thrusts into the babysitter and they are all panting and shuddering as there is a simultaneous threeway orgasm. The three cuddle up and head off to night-night land as Ronnie contemplates what just happened. I'd be happy to help you," she offered. Her fingers were moving over the elastic tops of my bikini bottoms. "It's hard to do a bikini wax on yourself."

Doc loves it," she went on, and I felt her hand against my hip, just resting there. "And it's so incredible to walk around that way. You feel so exposed... it's like a constant turn-on." You deserve to have a good vacation here, too." She smiled at me, her eyes creasing at the corners. I wondered how old she was. It was hard for me to judge how old people were—to me, they just seemed either old or young. Mrs. B wasn't really either. "It's the least we can do."

Why don't you two go in?" Mrs. Baumgartner said as they approached. "There's lunch on the counter, and Daddy hooked up the X-Box." The two move to a candlelit bath tub for some shampooing and pampering. Carrie cleans up Ronnie's shave job and slides a finger in Ronnie's ass. The two move to the bed where Carrie's ass looks extremely fine as they make out. The soft, sensual caresses lead to a 69, the pair fingering and tonguing each other to ecstasy. Carrie expertly grinds her crotch into Ronnie's and cums. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2022-11-13 05:01:19 Autocrop_version 0.0.14_books-20220331-0.2 Bookplateleaf 0002 Boxid IA40767908 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdiscabled External-identifier Henry and Janie, you need to go in the house!" Mrs. Baumgartner called, stretching out on her stomach on the blanket.Also, if you want to get more of me faster when you come to Lit (*grin*) don't forget to add me to your favorites! Thanks." I watched her breasts rising and falling, glistening in the sun. Her belly was beaded with sweat and oil. There's a cameo interlude where we get introduced to Gretchen, who is also a nanny; for Kay Brandt's character. The two do their best to ignore one another as their employers chat it up. Also, the need to broaden the action beyond just 3 people (and avoid a relentlessness like Oshima's claustrophobic "In the Realm of the Senses" and its nuclear couple) injects AJ Applegate as another au pair, suitable for humping. Brandt very awkwardly adds her to the story, at first in a teaser scene in which Kay herself appears, looking quite glamorous for a mere cameo, bringing AJ over to visit the beach house. Who Kay's character is and what her relationship is to AJ is not revealed, at best I gathered she is an old pal of Carrie's. After this intro, AJ does not reappear until hours later on Disk 2 of the DVD set, available for romantic action as Sara rather sarcastically shows her how to take care of the little kid. Following porn tradition (see especially PT's "The Masseuse" as a famous case in the Clint Eastwood "American Sniper" vein) the child is never shown. One word: X-Box." She adjusted herself, opening her thighs a little. I couldn't see a hint of hair under her bikini and wondered at it. Her body was fuller than mine, more rounded and soft. "I won't look. Don't be shy."



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