Sitters Secret Desire Becomes Reality 1
- 2 years ago
- 57
- 0
Sitter's RevengeChapter 6 free porn video
The next morning...
"Bob, I need a little help in the kitchen," shouted Ann. "We left a mess down here last night. Also, you need to take a look around the pool and make sure that everything is cleaned up out there."
Except for a slight hangover from the night before, Ann felt great. Thoughts of showing off her body, and the excitement that caused within her, still danced in her head.
Bob shouted back down stairs. "I'll be right down. I just want to check my e-mail. It will just take a moment."
Bob rushed into his upstairs office and hastily started his computer. He promptly was presented an error message.
"Your computer was not shut down properly. A backup cache exists."
Strange. I don't recall the power going off, thought Bob.
He moved the cursor to the "ok" button to retrieve the backup file out of sheer curiosity. Suddenly, a picture of Sarah Best's ass sprang to life on his screen. He hit "back" and another picture greeted him. Bob was momentarily mystified.
Someone has been looking at my pics. The only possible solution to this puzzle hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Beth Newman! Well, well, well," he said aloud. It looks as if little Beth has been fooling around with my computer and somehow discovered my secret set of photos... that nosey bitch. She must not be as innocent as she seems.
"Bob, I have to have some help down here, please!" This "request" sounded more serious than the first.
Bob made an inventory of what Beth might have seen. He looked around his desk for other incriminating clues. It didn't take Bob long to realize that his cigar humidor was not in the position in which he left it.
Fuck, she found the dope too. Shit. The bitch has been into everything!
"BOB," the voice from the kitchen yelled.
Given Ann's urgency, Bob made a mental note to reconsider the ramifications of his discovery later. I'll have to think this through. This might not be such a bad situation after all. I wonder...
"Bob."
"Coming, baby," Bob said. He scratched his head as he strolled out of his office.
How did she get through my password protection? She didn't just happen upon that file... she had to work to get it. I'll be damned. The babysitter hacked into my little amusement section. I guess I'll have to return the favor... to her and her fucking brother the peeper.
Beth watched her brother Al devour a very large bowl of breakfast cereal. He had grown up a lot while she was away at college. The stubble-covered jaw of a young man had replaced his formerly boyish smooth cheeks and his voice had dropped an octave. He was a handsome, younger version of their father, Albert, with a tiny touch of her Mom's genes thrown in. Images of him hiding behind the fence, masturbating at the sight of their naked neighbors, kept flashing in and out of Beth's mind. She had barely slept at all during the preceding night. The assault on her senses had simply been too intense to allow rest. Even now, her pussy stirred lewdly as she watched her brother eat.
Al Jr. sensed her stare.
"What," he said brusquely.
"Nothing," said Beth. Then an evil plan hatched in her mind. "Mom, did you hear the neighbors last night? I think it was the Millers. They were making a racket out back. Woke me up."
"No, dear, I didn't hear a thing," answered Joy Newman. "Since our room is on the other side of the house, we probably wouldn't hear much anyway. Your dad and I are pretty sound sleepers."
"I can't believe you didn't hear them," said Beth. "They were loud. Al, did they wake you up?"
Beth stared directly at Al seeking some telltale sign of guilt.
"Nope, didn't hear a thing," he responded between bites.
"Huh," said Beth still probing. "Sounded like a big party to me. And, I must say, the Millers were pretty blasted when they came home last night."
Anastasia
- 16.04.2020
- 38
- 0
