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My wife, the high powered corporate attorney, had to go to New York City for the better part of a month, leaving me home with our three year old son. Since she is the major bread winner in the household, I couldn’t very well tell her, not to go, so we arranged for a neighbor’s daughter to stay at our place and watch junior while I was at work.Her name was Skye. Her parents had told us she needed a summer job to pay for her fall wardrobe. Just sixteen, she was a tall, well endowed girl with short brown hair, and haunting green eyes.The fridge was stocked, the VCR was set up. Mareth left early Monday for the ‘Big Apple’ and I welcomed Skye to the house and set her up for the day. I was a bit shocked when she strode up to the front door in a pair of tight shorts and a low cut shirt that left little to the imagination. I guess the sweat suit she wore to our interview had hidden most of her ample assets. I couldn’t help but gawk! Especially at her cleavage. She smiled, batted her eyes, and said, “Hi Mr. G.”I invited her in, following her into the living room, and enjoying the view from the rear as much as I did from the front.She turned, suddenly, again catching me leering at her ass. “Like what you see?” she asked, the innocence in her voice making me not fit well in my work clothes.“What? Oh….well…I…I…guess so.” I stuttered, my face crimson from embarrassment.Recovering from my predicament, I told her where everything was, gave her my work number, and made a quick exit.Coming home at seven, I found her sitting on the couch with Junior asleep beside her, reading a romance novel. Noticing the steamy cover illustration, I told her that Mareth had several similar books in the library, and almanbahis şikayet she was welcome to read anything she found.I thanked her profusely, letting her know that she needed to be here at the same time tomorrow, and watched as she walked down the street to her house.The next couple of days went by uneventfully. Other than Skye finding new ways to make me stare at her full figure, my cock bulging in my pants each morning as I left for work, and re-awakening at night when I arrived home.After a few days without Mareth, I was getting more and more horny. Skye’s choice of clothes didn’t help much, either. Finally, I gave up on the idea that I could go for a month without some relief. After seeing Skye home, I retreated to my office, turned on my computer and started surfing. Seeing that my stuff had been disturbed, I decided to see what Skye had been looking at. Expecting face book or e-mail, I was surprised at what I found when I accessed the history for the day. She had been accessing several porn sites. Not just any porn sites, older men and younger women porn sites. I took a closer look at some of the videos she watched and got hard. Looking at these Lolita’s submitting to older guys, got me wondering if she was having the same thoughts as I was. I decided to find out!The next day, I arrived home a little early, a power outage in town having left the store in total darkness. Again, Skye was on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, reading a romance novel. Junior was still napping, so I sat down next to her. “So, Skye, you got a steady boyfriend?” I asked, trying to make it sound like innocent conversation.“Not at the moment.” she replied. “Guys my age can almanbahis canlı casino be such assholes, at times.”She smiled as she leaned over, putting down her book. With her blouse unbuttoned almost halfway down, her ample cleavage was quite evident. She caught me looking!“I think an older guy would be more attentive. Less selfish. And some of them can be so sexy”“I suppose! College age guys would have that kind of allure, I guess.”She un-tucked her leg in such a way that I could see up the loose fitting shorts, a hint of panties visible. “Oh, no! I think a much older man would be more fun. They have a wealth of experience to draw from. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her gaze switched from my face to my crotch, where my developing hard-on was forming a bulge in my pants.“I ….I suppose so!” I stuttered, caught off guard by the way this conversation was going. I shifted in my seat, hoping that my awakening manhood would co-operate, but the movement made it worse.Skye extended her shoeless foot, rubbing the bulge in my pants with her sole. “Looks like you’ve got a problem there, Mr. G.”Looking down at the foot massaging my crotch, I neglected to notice that she had unfastened another button on her blouse. “Can I take care of that for you?” she cooed.“I…I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” I answered back.“Why not?” she said provocatively.The feel of her foot rubbing my cock felt so good that it distracted me for a moment before I answered. “Well, umm….there’s the fact that I’m married. And….and you’re only sixteen. I’m old enough to be your father.”“That does add a little spice to this, doesn’t it. As for the married part, you won‘t see your wife for nearly a month. Are almanbahis casino you sure you can go that long without cumming? I would think that its unhealthy !” she smiled as her foot increased the pressure.“What if she found out?” I said, squirming in my seat.“Well, I’m not going to tell her!” she answered back as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. “Are you?”She stood up, her blouse open and draping over her breasts, and straddled my lap. Putting her arms around my neck, she stared into my eyes, her message clear. Our lips met, brushing lightly. She ground her pelvis into my rampant dick. My mouth opened. My tongue darted into hers, exploring her teeth. We kissed hungrily as she continued to rub her crotch against mine.“Lets go upstairs!” she said as she stood up. Her shorts were at eye level and sported a small but visible wet spot. She extended her hand, adding, “Well, don’t you want this?”I stood, following her to the master bedroom, where she stopped, turned and kissed me again. Another, deep, sloppy, wet kiss that seemed to go on forever. My cock twitched as my hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs rubbing her nipples to hardness.She broke the kiss, sat on the edge of the bed, and started to undress me. My trousers pooled around my ankles, followed by my boxers. Without a word, she opened her mouth and took in the head of my prick. I moaned, looking down at this cute young girl, her lips wrapped tightly around my manhood. She looked up, a devilish twinkle in her eyes as she sucked gently, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just behind the head. I moaned again, my hands gravitating to her head, my fingers combing through her short locks, my hips rolling slightly.My attempts at subtlety were rewarded with her pulling off and admonishing me to “not get greedy!” She engulfed my stiffness again, this time sliding more of me into her hungry, talented mouth. Her tongue felt like heaven as it rubbed the underside of my penis from tip to base.

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