The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line - Sex Stories

The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line

... asked.” “No, no. There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” I took a moment to form the answer in my head. “Truth is Jenna, I’m not sure there is an answer to that question.” We sat in silence for a few minutes, munching our way through dinner, but it became clear she wasn’t done with me yet. “How did the two of you meet?” “We used to share the same group of friends. We were friends ourselves I guess.” Some good memories began to creep forward as I formed the best answer I could. “When we were younger there was a trend to pretend to like really obscure music and they were all part of that. Think they call them Hipsters nowadays” “But you didn’t like it? I smirked at her confusion. “No one liked it. That was the whole point. If it was any good then everyone would like it and our friends wouldn’t have felt so special. They were a bit elitist.” “That’s daft.” “So is religion, but a lot people who go to church are too afraid to disagree with some really strange beliefs because they need to fit in.” We both giggled as she began to understand. “Anyway, as we got older people began to pair off and eventually that left Kate and I. Everyone thought we’d be good together and so we gave things a try. “But it didn’t work out? “Actually it did. We were really happy and decided to get married.” “So what went wrong?” Christ she was relentless. “Over time, people change. Some things that didn’t seem important to me anymore were even more important to her - our friends for one thing. ...

... That’s why she was so determined to get back to work. I mean, we both wanted and we both love Amy. For Kate though, all the other stuff she had before is still just as important.” I wanted to nip this conversation in the bud now. “It’s just something we need to figure out. C’mon, don’t you want to use the office tonight?” She read the signal well. I often offered her the use of the my office for a couple of hours in the evening, that way I could spend some quality time with Amy while Jenna had the freedom to explore the world without the parental blocks in force. We agreed she could have complete privacy during this time and she seemed to appreciate it dearly. “Yeah. Do you mind if take a shower first though” I shook my head. Maybe there was such a thing as a stupid question, I thought. I waited until I heard the computer booting up before I crept through to the bathroom, even though it was my house. The bathroom smelt of coconut shampoo and that same perfume that had me so mesmerised. Jenna’s overnight bag lay next to the sink, the zip lying open. A quick rummage through toiletries and other accessories yielded my prize: a pair of skimpy, black briefs. Pulling them from the bag I let the soft cloth tickle the skin of my seeking fingertips before holding them up to the light and gently stretching them to about the width of the owners waist. I anticipated the delicious scents her body had to offer, but before that I liked to visualise how her pert little ass would take shape inside ...