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Claudette's Hairy Pussy

Most nights I would find Claudette slumped over the small white kitchen table, sobbing away into a tall crystal class of expensive Merlot. As much as I wanted to comfort her, I did her best to stay away. After all, I was a babysitter and not her therapist.

I was a senior college student and was taking night evening classes. Looking for a way to cover my tuition cost, I answered an ad in the local newspaper. Claudette and her husband were looking for a nanny to help care for their two young children. Being from a very large family, my interest perked up. If there was anyone in my college who knew a thing or two about babysitting it would probably be me. After a quick interview and a few short phone calls, I was hired to live with them in their massive mansion on the west side of town.

Even though I was living in someone else's home, I loved that I had my own room. Usually I would have to share my room with two of my younger sisters. Also, the couple was quite wealthy and my pay was well beyond average. The wealthy couple treated me as one of their own. Even though I hated taking advantage, I couldn't resist being spoiled by them on their extravagant monthly shopping trips.

I probably could have bought anything clothes I wanted. But my favorite outfits were tight denim blue shorts, simple cotton T-shirts and white tennis shoes. I loved that I finally didn't have to wear my sister's ugly hand me downs, and could finally express myself.

Dealing with Claudette's two ...

... little ones had its challenges. They would often cry at odd hours while Claudette and her husband would be out working late. When they were both home together, they would spend most of their time fighting back and forth. As the year went on, the fighting between Claudette and her husband only seemed to worsen. Of course this made the kids even antsier, and it became harder to shush them.

Like most nights, it was pretty obvious why Claudette was crying. Their marriage had clearly been falling apart for awhile. David was always hurling insults, and being verbally abusive towards Claudette. He would show up drunk at all hours of the night screaming and yelling at her at the top of his lungs. David was a dental surgeon and made triple her salary as a realtor, and took any opportunity to use it as leverage.

When he had nothing else to belittle her about, he would lash out at her for putting on weight. Although she clearly put on weight, she was still one of the most beautiful women I'd seen. She was a tall plus-size woman, and the weight she put on only seemed to add to her perfect figure. I hated the way he put her down like that, she deserved so much better. If only she knew I was bisexual, and that her blonde-hair blue-eyed babysitter constantly fantasized about her.

Usually the fighting would simmer down, and Dave would either go upstairs or fall asleep drunk by the TV in his big lazy-boy chair. Claudette would stomp up the stairs and slam the bedroom door or cry into a ...