Rachel smiled at his surprised response. "I've been in your house long enough to know your taste in music. Of all the CD and records you have, I can't say that I've seen any opera in your selection at all." Well Tommy couldn't take it anymore. He simply had to molest her. "Maybe she wants it?" he thought. No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That's yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren't late."

I was looking through your CDs on the stereo," Rachel finished, laughing. "You always get nervous around me." Okay...I guess we'll see you on Saturday then." He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything? John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head. The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn't have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it.The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn't gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. "Damn her," John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. Andrew knew that he was turning red. He could feel it as it happened. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving the gravel country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of Samantha's car. He barely had time to break and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car onto a spot that was all gravel. The moment the front tire hit the gravel the car lost its traction. Rachel screamed when the car spun out. Andrew heard her cries but was focused on regaining control of the car. He only had two thoughts on his mind... stabilize the car, keep Rachel safe.

Terms of service: You agree that you are making use of our services at your own risk, and that they are being provided to you on an "AS IS" and "AS AVAILABLE" basis. Accordingly, to the extent permitted by applicable law, we exclude all express or implied warranties, terms and conditions including, but not limited to, implied warranties of content, fitness for a particular purpose, and non-infringement. AN: This is a revised version of Sethp's excellent story (highly recommend it if you have not read it) made with his blessing. I am actually working with him on a sequel to the original version of this story as well. Andrew could feel her gaze on him. "It was fine, I suppose." he lied. Andrew sensed that she knew he wasn't being honest so he said, "Honestly, Samantha enjoyed it far more than I did." Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for them and you." Rachel announced. Andrew noticed that she was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting Andrew's gaze. Rachel leaned partially out of the doorway and gave her mother a thumbs up indicating that I had no problem giving her a ride home. I heard two honks from the car and I waved at her mother who looked all dolled up. I wave at her and watch her speed happily away.You're welcome," Andrew replied. "You deserve every penny. Samantha and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you." I bet," Rachel replied. "I'm sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert." John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. That really is good," John said. "How were you planning on getting home?" he asked, changing the subject. His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver's side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn't move or say anything.