I had just hired this babysitter to watch my kids. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. Her face made me melt. She had perfect DD breasts that were still full of milk. She was a gymnast and had a perfect hourglass figure. I fell in love the first time I met her. After the first time interviewing her, she invited me out to the beach where we walked along the beach where she told me about her abusive husband and I told her about my abusive ex-wife. We found each other on a level I had never connected to another woman, person or anyone. In our loneliness we saw each other as a life raft. The next day was her birthday and she invited me to come out with her and her family. We had a good time together and her two girls played with my two girls. She invited me to come to church the next weekend with her and her family. She lead the church service with her voice that seemed to be descended from heaven itself. After church we went back to her place to have me inspect the house so she can watch the girls there. We sat down on the couch after her parents went upstairs to relax for the day. I bet over to pick something up on the other side of her and she whispered in my ear, "You know if anything happens, you will get hurt." I said back, "I know but nothing pleasurable comes without some pain." She grabbed my head and pushed me down on to the top of her shoulder. I kissed and ran my tongue up and down her neck as she started to moan softly. I started running my hands down between her legs slowly reaching closer and closer to her ever trusting crotch. Down deep between her legs I worked my figures to their best, until she said. "Inside." In my ear, the joy that shot through my body made every bit of me feel like a person again, like all the hardships of my life were meaningless and I was at once whole again. I ran my hands down her pants and found the sweet bounty within her moaning turned from quiet to regular voice in my ear. I felt her body move like it had finally been released from chains that had bound her. I could feel her finger nails scratch against the back of my shirt. Then in one motion she playfully clamped down on my shoulder with her teeth. But one of her girls interrupted us asking if mommy was OK. We went over to the kitchen and she pushed herself up on the counter and pulled me towards her. There was no holding back for her now. I pulled down her shirt and found her treasure once again, she moaned and thrashed at me time and again. But still the kids kept coming over to stop us. I finally just put my mouth to the honey pot and went to town. We kept it up but each time no matter what if the kids were around they would always get in the way. Finally two weeks later she came over to my apartment and we made sweet beautiful love to me. A week later she was gone, nothing more then "I don't want to talk anymore for real this time." Here I am a month later and all I can think about is her.
