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“Hi Mrs Harris,” Elle called as she let herself in.“Hi Elle. Keep an eye on the boys. And call me Jean, for the thousandth time.”Elle had been babysitting for the Harris’ for 6 months on date nights. She had become almost part of the family — on her sixteenth they had even taken her out for a swanky meal.Elle gathered the two boys into the kitchen, kept them busy, and organised their meal, and something for herself. Being the eldest of six, Elle could not remember a time she was not being a surrogate Mum.Jean came into the kitchen, in a bathrobe.“I don’t know how you cope so easily, how I could manage without you.”Elle smiled — a pretty girl, long blonde hair, a slim frame, but very ‘booby’, in her Kadıköy Escort uniform straight from school.“Could I take a quick shower? I came straight here.”“Yes, use the ensuite, and don’t clean it. David will shower when he finally gets home.”Elle kicked off her shoes, and bounced up the stairs. Jean watched her two boys eating happily for a moment and followed Elle upstairs.Jean heard the shower start, and finished drying herself. Elle had left the door to the ensuite half open, and Jean found herself staring at glimpses of the teenager through the frosted shower door. Jean tore herself away from the erotic show, crossing the room to select underwear. The shower Kadıköy Escort Bayan stopped; Jean crossed the room and froze. Elle was standing outside the shower, naked, towelling her hair.Jean felt entranced, rooted to the spot. Elle turned and smiled, unconcerned by her nakedness. She knew Jean loved to watch her shower, and wondered if today would be any different.Jean felt drawn as never before to approach Elle, to marvel at her flawless pale skin, the perfect swell of her impressive breasts, and today she also noticed her perfectly smooth pubic area. Jean felt her feet moving, inevitably into the ensuite.“Could you dry my back?”Elle turned her back, Escort Kadıköy held her towel beside her, and allowed Jean to begin to dry her. After a short while Elle turned around, hands on her hips.“Do you think they are starting to sag?”Jean stared and shook her head. At 34DD they defied gravity, topped by small pink nipples.Jean finally gave in to her pent up lust, after weeks of watching and fantasizing, held out her hands and cupped one full breast in each hand. The skin felt tight, firm, perfect. She leant forward and took a nipple in her mouth, kissing and suckling.Elle pulled her close, and Jean felt a hand slide into the top of her knickers, fingers brushing through her pubes, and cupping her mound. A finger found her already wet with excitement, thrilling at the encounter, so long a fantasy. Elle steered Jean and pushed her out and back onto the bed, dropped to her knees, and began kissing up the insides of Jean’s thighs. Jean spread her legs wide, grabbed her own small tits, and moaned.
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