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Little Emily was 18 months when this happened. We'd been using Kara to babysit for over a year and she was maturing into a lovely young lady late in her senior year of high school.Still, it came as a bit of a surprise when, as we left for a play, she asked, "Is it OK if I have a friend over after Emily goes to sleep. ... To, uh, work on homework together?"I looked over at Peter. "Male or female," I asked."Well, it's my boyfriend, George."Peter and I looked back and forth at each other. "You're not going to get pregnant, here, are you?" I asked, surprising myself how quickly I got to what was bubbling below the surface in my mind."Oh no, Mrs. Connor, no. We're not having sex," she replied quickly, as if I would have been surprised or judgmental if they were. I just wasn't sure about it happening in our living room.Peter looked at me and shrugged.I shrugged back. At least it was safe here."I suppose," I finally relented with Peter's consent.It was a few minutes into our usual departure instructions, that another thought came to my mind. "Uh, Kara, look. No alcohol, no drugs. We can go to jail if we give you alcohol, or your mother smells it on your breath, and we could lose our house if we have drugs here," I warned. Not that there hadn't been drugs here, at least marijuana, before Peter's employer started testing."Oh no, Mrs. Connor, never."I wasn't sure how confident I should be, but the die was cast. I gave the same warning to George, the first time I saw him.A couple weeks later, Kara was going to sit while I went to a meeting. Peter was out of town. "So how is it going with George?" I asked. "Are you two making out here ... when you're not doing your homework?" I added with a wink.She turned red with embarrassment but eventually came clean. "Uh, well, yes."Not surprised, I followed up with, "So how far is it going?""I let him play with my boobs," she confessed."And?""Oh Mrs. Connor, he puts his hand in my panties.""And?""Oh Üsküdar Escort (http://www.34f5.com/) God. He lets me rub his, you know, thing.""And what happens when you do that?" as if I needed to ask.Long pause.Looking down at her toes, "It squirts, in his undershirt," she mumbled barely audible.I realized I was giving her the 5th degree. "I'm sorry, Kara, for asking so many questions. I was a teenager too, once," I said, remembering what happened at a much earlier age to me, and being shipped off to Europe for an abortion. "It's just I want you to be safe."Then, after a long pause, I opened a drawer under the TV. "Look here," I pointed to a box of Trojans, "I know you're not having intercourse yet, ... but if it ever comes to that, I want you to know I got these for you. I had to have an abortion when I was a teen, and I still lie awake wondering about who I killed." I had told Peter I'd bought the condoms, so he wouldn't suspect anything, though I didn't tell him about the abortion."Oh Mrs. Connor, I'm so sorry."Every time we had Kara babysit and she had George over, I checked the box afterward. It remained unopened, though that didn't prove anything. And sometimes, when Peter drove her home, how do I say this, it seemed like it took a bit too long for him to get back."She sure has a lot of questions," I reported to him, edging into the concern I had."Yeah, she was asking what it is like for a man, and like when was my first time, and all that," he laughed.Mollified, with a few doubts lingering in the background, I added, "She told me George is finger fucking her, hehe. She likes it a lot, hehe." Peter grabbed me and started tearing off my clothes. Finger fucking was just the start of our frolicking. "What did you tell her," I asked as he came up from between my legs and his cock found its way into my vagina."I told her it's wonderful," as his thrusts grew stronger.So one night, Peter was away. Üsküdar Escort Bayan (http://www.34f5.com/) I had some sort of event, I can't even remember what, but it was cancelled at the last minute. I called Kara and told her. I was still breastfeeding my Emily and let her suckle for a good half hour. I'm not sure who liked that more, me or her. I'm one of those lucky women that gets a little orgasm from that. I had just changed her diaper and put her to sleep when the doorbell rang. I was surprised it was George."George!""Oh! Mrs. Connor! Is, uh, Kara here?""No, I had to cancel. Didn't she call you?"He pulled out his phone. There was a missed call and a voicemail. "Oh. Something went wrong. I didn't hear it!""Well, come on in anyway," I suggested, "Would you like a coke or something?" I did want to talk to him in any case."Uh, sure, Mrs. Connor, that would be nice."I went to the kitchen and brought him a coke and a glass of wine for me. "Sorry I can't give this to you, George.""Thank you. That's OK."We sat on the sofa sipping our drinks. "Can I ask you something, George?""OK?""How's it going with Kara?""What do you mean?""Well, have you two, you know, had sex? Intercourse?""No," a long pause, "Mrs. Connor, it's just, well, you know, we just use our hands and stuff.""She jerks you off?" Of course I knew."Yeah.""And you finger her pussy?""Yeah.""But you two haven't had intercourse?""No. She says she's not ready.""Well. Aren't you the gentleman for respecting that," I offered, "but you must have had sex with somebody?""No. Nobody."But you want to, right?""Oh yes, I can't wait, Mrs. Connor."A naughty thought was building in my head. I asked him a few more questions. "Is Kara the only girl you have, you know, played with like that?""Yeah, and I've really never had sex either."I looked him straight in the eyes. "We could do something about that," I said."What do you mean?""How old are you?" I managed to ask, Escort Üsküdar (http://www.34f5.com/) despite my impulses to dive in.He told me. Old enough.I put my hand on his leg. "We could do something about that tonight," as my hand slid up his leg. "I can see this talk about sex is getting you excited."He looked down at the bulge in his pants, embarrassed, as he made an adjustment. "Are you going to tell her to let me?""Not her." My hand slid right over that bulge."Mrs. Connor!"As it turned out, I was wearing a simple navy cotton dress that barely made it to the top of my knees. It had wide straps over my shoulders. "Does Kara let you see her boobs?" I asked as I started rubbing his cock."Uh, yes, Mrs. Connor.""Would you like to see mine?"He didn't answer."Just pull my dress off my shoulders." I hadn't put a bra on since I wasn't going anywhere tonight."Mrs. Connor ..." and he did just that, staring at my tits like they were the Virgin Mary herself. "They're big." I have to admit, Kara was a lot closer to flat than my 34Ds."You can play with them just like you play with Kara's." And I sighed as he squeezed and rubbed them."Does she let you watch when you finger her pussy?" I rubbed his bulge some more."No. I've never seen her pussy, ... well except I saw some of her hair there once," he added."Well, you can see mine all you want, but first show me what she lets you do." George pulled up the hem of my dress and slid his hand into the waistband of my panties. Tentatively, his fingers slid closer to my pussy."Go on," I urged and he reached my pussy lips. "Oh, yes. Go on," and he pushed his finger into my wetness and started rubbing. He seemed to sense where my clit was. My breathing quickened."You don't have any hair there," he had discovered.I couldn't help giggling. "No. ... But go on. Go on," I begged. George's fingers finally found my opening and he pushed one in. "Yes. Yes. Put two in. I'm not a virgin you know," as the electricity made my feet and everything else tingle."You can look, you know," and we both saw where his hand disappeared into the waistband of my panties and his knuckles bulged out the crotch."Pull them down. Off." He managed to drag my panties off with one hand and laid them on the sofa next to him.