My mom," she replied. "Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I've taken some classes at the community college already." 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. John's eyes drifted down to Rachel's heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing. He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

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. The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. John's heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel's arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs. John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself...life is what you make it. John felt like his whole life was turning into Groundhog Day and the only thing he could think about was his barely-legal baby sitter. For God's sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls.The opera was every bit as boring as Andrew imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. Andrew had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts. I was looking through your CDs on the stereo," Rachel finished, laughing. "You always get nervous around me." Don't worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I'll cook something up. Just let me know when you'll be home. I love to cook, and I've got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys," she called into the family room. It was great," he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. "I'm really glad to be home though." That was the truth. As the weekend approached, John decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life and his marriage and his career was the problem. He decided that, thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Kathy. She wasn't a bitch when he married her. She had changed somehow. He would figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn't about to give up.

Yes. That would be fine." John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house. 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. Yes!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him. Andrew stands there trying to recall where she might be going that she needs luggage. "It's been a long day honey, can you help me out here?" Oh there you are, sleepy head." Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. "We thought we heard you coming down the stairs." She held out a cup of coffee to him.H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov. I bet," Rachel replied. "I'm sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert."

Do all high school senior girls dress that way these days? He wondered to himself. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen now and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult, although just barely. Andrew stood there for several long moments until his wife called to him from upstairs. Andrew closed the door and went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the family room. He noticed that she had put on a long flowing cardigan that had three buttons buttoned that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Andrew suspected that this was for his wife's benefit or was she just trying to mess with 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.Right... sorry. I... I'm just a bit wired still from the spin-out." Andrew states. His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. Andrew took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He sets the cruise control at a modest 35 miles per hour and gets Rachel home in one piece. Andrew turns off the car and sighs. He has accomplished both his goals and smiles at the beautiful blonde beside him. Rachel says nothing, not that he is surprised. She unfastens her seat belt and got out of the car. She took only two steps before she turns about and came around to the driver's side, motioning for Andrew to lower the window. Andrew lowers the glass as she requests. Rachel tilted her head forward placing her lips by his cheek. Of course not, Mr. Douglas," she said. "They love me and you know that I love them. Not once since I started sitting for them have they ever not listened to me." When Andrew arrived home he left the car outside the garage as he wanted to walk up to the door with a good attitude and show Samantha that he was ready to make things better. That plan however went sideways almost immediately when he opened the front door and there, standing ten feet in front of him, was Samantha. His wife had a cross look on her face and she was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips. Rachel's heart felt like it had stopped and her skin was pale as the car spun. Her right hand was clutching the door while her right was holding Andrew's seat. The care spun out three times before Andrew managed to regain control. As soon as he had he hit the breaks and brought the car to a screeching halt. Andrew's heart was racing. Once they were stopped Rachel unfastened her seatbelt and was hugging Andrew. Andrew releases his seatbelt and Rachel allows it to retract. The two hug realizing they would probably be dead if they hit a tree while they spun out at the speed they were traveling at. Adrenaline was coursing through both occupants of the car. Rachel started to shiver as her adrenal levels started to return to normal.

They were perfect angels, just like always," Rachel announced as she pulls the seatbelt across her massive chest. She actually hooks it under her left tit to push it up some more. Drink up. It's really good," Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table. There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don't talk about openly. After changing into sweat shorts Andrew slid into bed beside his wife. She had fallen asleep while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. As he was still awake his thoughts turned to Rachel and her attire and as he fell asleep he dreamed of his busty babysitter. The next morning Andrew woke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left with the kids to meet with some of her friends. Andrew resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that Samantha would have done anything if she were present. Andrew took his shower but decided to relieve himself with his hand to make the day more bearable. Once he coated the shower wall Andrew finished cleaning up, grabbed his briefcase, and drove off in his car for Dunkin' Donuts to get his breakfast. Andrew pulled into the garage and arrived right on time as opposed to early like he preferred to. It was going to be a long day and it took Andrew most of it to clear his head.I'd like to extend a special thanks to Pennlady, for her amazing help with editing. All mistakes in the story are mine and mine alone. There's only so much someone can do when trying to help a dumbass like me! Also, thanks to all of those busty eighteen year old babysitters out there! The rest of you, please enjoy!) 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. Now at least, he was calmer and could be around her a little longer without so much urgency to cum. After calming down a bit he got some more water and acted as if everything was normal. After all, he had been sneaking around the house staring at her and beating off a couple times already, but all was normal, la, de, dah. Tommy then went to the bathroom to wipe himself down and dry himself off. Even after shooting off twice, he was still up for some more gawking. Andrew knew that he had to figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn't ready to give up on his marriage yet. He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night.