Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 29
Part: 29
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie and and her sister-in-law work on a plan to ease the 
humiliating grip of their tormentor while Brenda gets tricked by a 
neighbor while babysitting.
Keywords: exhibition, humiliation, forced nudity, nc

The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to
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Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence.  All rights are
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This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With
My Daughter!, Parts 2-28" which can be found at "Spunk's Place" (See
at bottom) 


Not With My Daughter!  Part 29
by Spunk N. Wagnels

Friday morning Sally was still at Marnie and Roger's house.  I'm going
to have to go back home today.  Ron isn't going to understand me
staying here any longer."  She told Marnie over coffee.

"Are you feeling better?"  Marnie asked fishing for both mental and
physical well being.

"I still feel disgusting and humiliated.  The soreness is going and if
the other evening wasn't such a fresh memory, I think I'd say, . . .
well, we're like sisters right?"  She asked Marnie for reassurance.

"Sally, you know you can tell me anything."  Marnie replied.

"Well, if I wasn't so repulsed by the events of the other night, I'd
have to say . . . I'm horny."

"I know what you mean.  All that action down there makes me horny
afterwards too."

"What do you do about it?  If you don't mind my asking."

"I definitely put a smile on Roger's face, that's for damn sure."

"I don't think I can face Ron.  Not after being fucked by all of those
cocks.  I feel like I've betrayed him."

"Nonsense, you didn't willfully go in search of cock, it was forced
upon you."

"But, there were moments when I actually enjoyed it."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of really.  That was a natural bodily
response to stimulation.  You didn't intend for it to happen and there
was nothing you could have done to stop it,  . . . well, except . . ."

"Except what?"

"Well, except not telling that prickhead Larcher about Betty right
off."

"Betty, oh yeah.  We have to try to warn her again today."  Sally said
somewhat animated.

"We'll try it again this morning, not like it will make any
difference.  He is going to do what he is going to do.  I don't see
how we are going to stop him."  Marnie said, getting up for a refill
of coffee.

"You, me and Betty need to get together and talk about this.  We need
to come up with a plan."

"I think we should throw in Barb then too."  Marnie added.

"Barb? She? Oh no, this guy is heinous.  Well, the more heads working
on this the better.  Strength in numbers."

"Come to think of it, everybody on that video from Roger's party is in
jeopardy with Larcher.  We should probably get everyone in on this."
Marnie added.

"It's so embarrassing already, what if we just start with the four of
us."  Sally offered.

"Okay, I'd be anxious to see what we can come up with." 

Later that day Betty and Barb joined them at Marnie's house.  When
Sally told them what happened to her, they were in shock.  Betty was
more panicked.  "What are we going to do?"  She said shaking.

"We have to take his power away, but how?"  Sally questioned.

"What he has over us is embarrassing and could ruin our lives if he
discloses it to someone we know.  All we have to do is to trump that
by telling them first."  Barb said.

"That might be okay for you gals, but I've had too much history with
that blackmailing SOB.  Roger would never understand."  Marnie
complained.

"It's really the same for all of us, just a matter of degrees.  And,
we have to do something definitive before he gets his hands on Betty."
Sally said.

"I could never tell Roger, unless he had something similar to disclose
to me.  He is so trusting and loving, it could never be the same
between us if he ever knew what I have gone through with this man."
Marnie said.

"Marn, it may be that you are underestimating him, but maybe there is
a way we can lay some groundwork before we tell the boys."  Barbara
suggested.

"Like what do you mean?"  Betty asked.

"Well, like arranging for them to run into the face of temptation and
having something they need to disclose to us first."  Barbara offered.

"You mean like entrapment?"  Marnie asked.

"Exactly.  It's just a matter of what."  Barbara answered.

"Devilish idea."  Sally said, perking up.

"Well, do you mean like seducing each other's spouses?"  Betty asked.

"Do I detect a bit of wishful thinking?"  Marnie accused, causing
Betty to look down embarrassed.

"Well, what then?"  Betty said in her defense.

"This might call for professionals."  Marnie said.

"Professionals?" Sally asked with curiosity.

"Well, I met this professional hooker once.  Don't ask me how, but
maybe if I were to locate her, she might have some ideas."  Marnie
offered.

"I'm coming along."  Sally said.

"Me too."  Barbara and Betty both added.

With all four of them in Sally's car, they went to the redder part of
town and cruised looking for Marnie's contact.  They went up and down
the main drag for nearly half an hour until Marnie had Sally pull over
to talk to a pair of hookers.

"Sorry ladies,"  one of them said, "not our thing."

"No, I just wanted to know if you knew where I could find Ginger?"
Marnie asked.

"You know Ginger?  Who are you broads?  You're not dressed like you're
moving in around here.  Well, she is working a trick, but I expect her
in her spot shortly.  Do you know where that is Honey?"  The hooker
challenged.

"Ah, yes.  Thank you."  Marnie said.

"You do?"  Sally asked.

"Never mind.  Let's park over there and plan this out."  Marnie
directed.  When she spotted Ginger back on the street, straightening
her working clothes, she said, "Wait here.  I'll be right back."

"How do you suppose Marnie knows this hooker?"  Sally asked the
others, as they all watched Marnie walk up to Ginger to talk.  

After several minutes of conversation, that looked like bargaining,
Marnie returned to the car with Ginger.  Everyone this is Ginger.  She
has agreed to take the assignment but it will cost us, naturally, to
have these services performed.  We are going to have to pool some
cash."  Marnie advised.

"Like how much do you mean, Marn?"  Barbara asked.

"Well, these professional services don't come cheap, you know, so it
is going to be about $400.00 a piece, and we'll have to come up with
half of that now, I'm afraid."  Marnie said.

Betty motioned her in close.  "You're asking us to fork over $200.00
right now to a total stranger, with the idea that she'll fix it so our
husbands will have something embarrassing they have to say to us, so
we can say what we have to say to them and be even?"

"I trust her, and I'm sure she is up to the task.  We've worked out a
plan.  And if you don't want to endure what Sally, Barb and I have
been through, we need to act fast, like this weekend."  Marnie
advised.

"Listen to her Betty.  You don't want what happened to me, to happen
to you.  Trust me."  Sally implored.

"Marn, tell Ginger, some of us need to go to a cash machine."  Barbara
conceded.

"Ginger we'll be right back with the fee.  Thank you for doing this.
It's nice to see you again."  Marnie said holding Ginger's forearm
with affection.

* * * * *

Brenda skipped her lunch to check in at noon with her coach, to see
how she was doing after the trials the Phaedrian cult had put her
through.  "Ms Lambert?  Is everything okay?"  She asked tentatively,
peering in at the coach in her office.

"Hi Brenda, fine.  Thanks for asking."  Ms. Lambert replied.

"Was Walter any help?"

"Yeah, he helped.  I probably don't have to deal with those girls
anymore."  She said with melancholy.

"That's good to hear.  You don't sound too pleased with that.  Did the
competition go okay last night?"

"I guess so.  I won."  Ms. Lambert said without enthusiasm.

"That's great.  I thought you would.  Pretty embarrassing though
hunh."

"It is okay for some people, just not for me."  Ms. Lambert revealed.

"I'm glad Walter was able to come through for you."

"Brenda, how well do you know Mr. Larcher?"  Ms. Lambert asked.

"He has helped me a lot with my modeling career, and he is fun to talk
to.  Why?"  Brenda said.  

"Oh, nothing.  Has he ever asked you for anything in return?"

"Yeah, I have to give him fifteen percent of any jobs he gets for me,
like an agent."  Brenda said.

"Fifteen percent hunh, and it's always just money right?"  Ms. Lambert
asked.

"Yeah."  Brenda responded suspiciously.

"That's good.  Well I'd better get back to work now and you'd better
hurry if you're going to get any lunch.  Thank you for caring."

"Sure Ms. Lambert, and nice to see you back in coach clothes, although
you did look hot in the other."  Brenda added to make her feel better.

"Brenda stop.  I'll start blushing like last night.  I'll see you at
practice."  Ms. Lambert closed the conversation with.

* * * * * *

Friday evening, Brenda got dropped off at the Crandel's house to
baby-sit for their son Jimmy, while they went away for the weekend to
celebrate their anniversary. "Hi Mr. Crandel.  I'm sorry I'm early.
This was the only time I could get dropped off.  Want me to watch
Jimmy until you and Mrs. Crandel get under way?"  Brenda asked Jimmy's
father who was out in the driveway working on one of his cars.

"Sure Brenda, that would be a big help.  I'll bet you'll find him in
the den watching TV."  He said.

"Okay Mr. Crandel.  I'll track him down."

Brenda found her charge in the kitchen drawing a glass of water from
the faucet.  She snuck up behind him and tickled his ribs.  

Jimmy laughed and squealed, dropping the plastic glass into the sink.
"Hi Brenda."  He said when he could, "I'm going to get you for that."
He said smiling threateningly.  "Do you want to do something fun?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"  She responded.

"How about hide and seek?"

"You're gonna make me work hard this weekend, aren't you?"

"You gotta count to at least '25' before you come and look.  Okay?"

"Okay. One.  Two . . . Ready or not, here I come."

Brenda did a lazy search downstairs, not wanting to find him too
quickly.  Then she proceeded upstairs.  She checked all of the rooms
except the master bedroom, not wanting to disturb Mrs. Crandel.  She
was beginning to feel stumped and stood at the open doorway to the
master bedroom and looked in.

"Oh Honey would you do my backside please?" Mrs. Crandel called out to
the figure she sensed at the door.  She had just stepped out of the
shower and was drying her hair in front of her vanity mirror.

""Ah hum, Mrs. Crandel, it's me, Brenda.  Mr. Crandel is outside
working on your car."

"My, you're here early."

"Yes Ma'am, this is when I could get a ride.  I hope it is okay.  I
thought I could probably help out with Jimmy or something."

Mrs. Crandel put the towel down on the vanity acting proud of her
naked form and turned almost posing to talk to Brenda.  "Mr. Crandel
is never around when I need him."

"Mrs. Crandel, I hope you don't find me too forward if I say that you
have a beautiful body for someone your age and who has had kids."

"Thank you Brenda.  That was very nice of you to say, but that part
about age, how old do you think I am?"

"You look every bit as pretty as my cheerleading coach in her mid to
late twenties and you must have ten years on her.  You are in very
good shape and you still have a nice healthy tan from your other trip.
I didn't realize you and Mr. Crandel went to nude beaches."

After finishing a chuckle, Mrs. Crandel said,  "We don't go to nude
beaches.  We are too straight for that.  I get this tan out of a
bottle."

"Really?"

"Really.  I thought you were Ted and I was going to ask you to do my
backside before the trip to the cabin.  Would you mind doing it for
him?"

"I guess, I mean sure, I'd be glad to help."  Brenda said somewhat
hesitantly.

Mrs. Crandel handed the tube of lotion to Brenda, explained how to
apply it evenly, and turned to look at herself in the mirror.  Brenda
started to apply the lotion, a bit shy about touching Mrs. Crandel's
skin.  When she finished her back, she said, "Here, all done," and
handed the tube back to Mrs. Crandel.  

Mrs. Crandel took the tube and put some lotion in her hand and started
to rub it on her breasts.  "Here, would you do the rest of the back
please?"  Brenda took the lotion from her in a confused daze.  "You
know, from the heels on up.  I can't see how evenly it goes on, if I
try to do it myself.  Would you please?"

"Ah, sure."  Brenda said, took some lotion in her hands, set the tube
on the vanity and knelt down to apply the lotion on the backs of Mrs.
Crandel's legs starting at the heels and working her way up.  

Meanwhile, Mrs. Crandel was finishing her face, arms, and stomach when
Brenda was kneeling on one knee doing the backs of her thighs.  They
each reached for the tube at the same time.  Brenda took it and doled
out just enough to do both ass cheeks, then, as she was applying it,
Mrs. Crandel bent forward to apply the lotion to her feet, and was
working it up her legs in front.  Brenda skipped a breath in surprise
by the being confronted with Mrs. Crandel's exposed pussy and ass
crack as she bent.  She had hair in front, but her nether lips were
bald like Brenda's.  "Ah, ah, I guess that's it."  Brenda said feeling
mighty uncomfortable.

"Could you do the one last area?  I know that seems like a lot to ask.
Ted does it for me, and you could make sure that it is evenly
applied."

Brenda was now red-faced, but Mrs. Crandel remained bent over waiting
for her.  Brenda closed her eyes and applied the lotion, thinking it
would take some of the weirdness away.  This made it all the more
necessary for her to work the lotion over the area several times,
until it felt evenly distributed.  She stopped suddenly when Mrs.
Crandel moaned, "Ohhhah."

"Thank you for helping me with that.  Now you need to wash that off
your hands thoroughly."  Mrs. Crandel said looking herself over in the
mirror and touching up areas she felt were deficient.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Jimmy crouched behind the
bedroom door covering his mouth so his mother would not hear his
giggling back at her.  "I'll just go and find Jimmy and see that he
stays out of your hair until you are ready to leave."

"That's great Brenda.  You are really good with him.  He can't stop
talking about what a great babysitter you are."

"Thank you Mrs. Crandel."  She said back, motioning with a stern look
and wry smile for Jimmy to get out of the room.  As he snuck past
Brenda at the door, she gave him a swat on the rear.  He moved quickly
down the hall holding his bottom, pretending that the spank really
hurt.  When she caught up with him, she took him to the ground by
tickling his ribs.  She straddled him, as he was kicking and laughing
hysterically on the ground, and said,  "You were spying on your mom,
weren't you?  If you don't behave this weekend, I'm going to have to
swat that bottom of yours to keep you in line."

As he stopped laughing, he said, "Let's go outside and play."

Jimmy took Brenda's hand and pulled her into the backyard.  "What do
you think?"  He said asking her about the new trampoline.  "You want
to try?"  

"Wow Jimmy that looks like fun."

"It is.  Get up like this."  Jimmy instructed.

Brenda maneuvered herself up after taking off her tennis shoes and
short socks.  Jimmy jumped with her, holding each of her hands at
first, then scooted over to the edge laying on his side to watch her
jump and explore the possibilities of a trampoline dressed in her
royal blue pedal pusher pants and white sleeveless blouse.  He watched
with delight, as her daring moves worked the tails of the blouse out
of the waist of her pants and the air started to billow it out giving
him glimpses of her ample breasts dipping and rising in their
insufficient bra.  

"Oooo, Jimmy, this fun."  She cooed.  

As she jumped, turning ninety degrees with each landing, she made eye
contact with the neighbor boy on an upswing, over the fence as he was
staring at her, while turning meat on the barbecue.  She slowed to a
stop and walked high stepping over to where Jimmy lay watching, and
sat down Indian style across from him.  "Who's that next door?"
Brenda asked curious.

"That's the Stimilon's place."  He answered.

"No, who's that out back barbecuing?"  She asked again.

Jimmy got up and started jumping up to see who was in the backyard.
"Oh, that's Darrell."

"Are they nice?"  She probed further.

"They're okay.  There's nobody close to my age, but if I have adult
supervision, I'm allowed to use their pool sometimes."

"Really."  Brenda said with a pensive smile, as she got up to jump
again, to catch glimpses of the people and goings on next door.  As
she jumped Darrell waved and smiled.  Brenda waved and smiled back.
Then he waved toward himself in an invitation for her to come over.
"I think he wants us to go over there.  Shall we?"  She asked.

"I guess, if it is just for a minute.  My folks will be leaving soon."

"Sure, just for a minute."

Jimmy led the way.  "Hey Darrell.  What's up?  This is Brenda, my
friend.  This is Darrell, my neighbor."

"Hi there.  Any friend of Jimbo's is a friend of mine."  He said
holding out his hand to shake Brenda's.  "We have plenty of grub if
you all want to come over for dinner."

"I'll have to see, Darrell.  My folks are leaving soon and Brenda is
staying over while they're gone."

"Really, that's great.  Why don't you plan to come over anyway when
they leave.  I'll make sure we have extra food if you are hungry."

"That's awfully generous of you." Brenda said flirtatiously.

"Later then?"

"Later."  Jimmy said, as he took the lead to go back to his house.

"He seemed nice."  Brenda remarked.

"Sure, they're okay.  The pool is great."  Jimmy said.

Inside the house, as they watched Jimmy's parents scurry around
getting ready like love birds anticipating their first nuptial, Brenda
watched Mrs. Crandel intently.  "You know Jimmy, I want to look as
great as your mom does when I'm her age."

"You will, probably better."

"Thanks, but you have to work at it all the time.  My mom is pretty
foxy still, and she stays that way by a lot of exercise at the club
and around the house.  I want to make a concerted effort to get a lot
of exercise everyday."

"While you're here, I'll be your personal trainer."  Jimmy offered
hopefully.

"You're on.  I'll count on you to push me a little bit"

"You'll be a triatholete by the end of the weekend."

"I don't need pushing that far."

In preparation for leaving, Mrs. Crandel showed Brenda their
itinerary, the numbers where they could be reached, and meals prepared
in advance.  They said their good-byes and went over to the Stimilon's
for barbecue.  Brenda was introduced to the family, and she and
Darrell couldn't keep their eyes off of each other.  When dinner was
over, they sat around talking while the parents were cleaning up
inside.  

"The folks are going to a late movie tonight.  I told them I wanted to
stay home.  Would you like to go for a swim?"  Darrell asked mostly of
Brenda.

"Sure."  Jimmy answered enthusiastically.

"I'll watch.  I don't have a swimming suit."  Brenda said.

"You don't need a suit."  Darrell said jokingly.

"Ha."  Brenda responded.

"Maybe Mrs. Crandel has something, what do you think Jimbo?"

"We'll see.  We'll get you something Brenda."  Jimmy assured her.
"We'll see you later then."  He said to Darrell.

Back at the Crandel's house, they went upstairs and raided Mrs.
Crandel's walk in closet.  Amongst their playthings, Jimmy held up a
gangly piece of material and asked, "Is this a suit?"

Brenda unraveled it and stretched it across her chest.  "If it is, it
isn't much of one, is it?"  Then she held the bikini bottom open in
front of her with her thumbs and fingers.  "Hardly seems worth
wearing."

"Model it, okay?"

"Okay."  Brenda said.  Walking back into the bedroom.

"You change while I get the camera."

"Jimmy, wait, I don't want any more pictures going through Brad's
dad's pharmacy."

"I'll get the Polaroid then."  He said, shooting off, not waiting for
anymore argument from Brenda, who was mainly curious with how she
would look in the skimpy suit.

She peeled off her clothes and slithered into the bottoms, which
proved to be no more than a g-string thong.  Then she tied the
spaghetti straps around her neck and held the two patches across her
breasts which did little more than cover her areolas.  When Jimmy
returned, she held the strings to the side and asked him to tie them
in back for her.  "Well, what do you think?"  She asked her
photographer.

"I think you look great.  FLASH!  Here, see for yourself."  He said as
they both sat down on the bed to see the picture develop.  "I don't
see how you could go next door and swim wearing that."

"I know.  It is small, and I've never seen anything so lewd.  Your mom
has worn this?"

"I'm sure she never did it out of the house."

"I bet she looks great in it though, with that all over tan."  She
said.  "I'll just watch while you swim."

If you're not going to go swimming, do you want to get some exercise
here before we go over?"

"Okay coach, what did you have in mind?"  She said, playing along.

"Let's go to the exercise room and see what would be best."

"I'll be right there."  Brenda said starting to untie the straps
around her neck.

"No leave it on.  Your coach needs to see the muscles working so I can
better advise you."

Still playing along, she agreed, "Okay then, lead on."

When they got to the basement workout room, Jimmy put her on the
treadmill.  He acted very attentive, and within his idea of
professional, as he read the face of the electric monitor to announce
warm up, fat burning, and cool down.  He was so mesmerized by watching
her body work at keeping up with the programmed session, that he
reached out in a trance-like state and touched her buttock as she
jogged.  She smiled to ease his embarrassment, but he retracted his
hand to himself when he realized he had touched her without
invitation. "How am I doing?"  She asked.

"Great, keep it up."  He said, shaking off the previous moment.

"I'm going to need a shower after this."  She said panting.

"Or, you can just swim in your underwear, I'm sure that would be
okay."  Jimmy suggested.

"I'm afraid that would be just a little too familiar with your
neighbor."  Brenda said.

When the preprogrammed session on the treadmill ended, Jimmy said "To
the showers then."

Brenda headed for the guest bathroom.  "No, you can use the one in my
parent's room.  It's better."  Jimmy said.  Knowing her way around,
Brenda went in and started the water.  "Do you suppose I could shower
with you?"  Jimmy asked grinning devilishly.  "They like it if you
shower before using their pool, and it saves water to do it at the
same time."

"Why you dickens you.  Well, you are always so nice to me, I guess it
couldn't hurt, but only if you do my back."  She replied.

They both got naked and stepped in the shower.  They took turns
getting under the nozzle to wet down, and began to soap up their
fronts smiling at each other.  "Will you do my back, like you
promised?"  Brenda said turning around. 

Jimmy took the soap and a wash cloth and soaped up her back and
shoulders delighted with the opportunity to glide across her flawless
skin.  When he stopped, Brenda said,  "How about all of the back like
your dad does to your mom, from the ankles on up?"

Jimmy crouched down and eagerly washed each leg all around, working up
to her knees, thighs and finally her buttocks.  When he was lingering
on the round firm orbs, Brenda bent down under the guise of washing
between her toes, inviting him to wash the cloth between her legs.
Jimmy's heart raced as he moved the washcloth up, down and around the
cleft between her stretched, straightened, and parted legs.  Brenda
moaned and turned her maneuver into a forward stretch, hooking her
hands behind her legs and pulling her head to her knee caps.  "I want
to be very clean there."  She breathed out as the sensations Jimmy was
making with the washcloth were making her dizzy.  Then she suddenly
bolted up and forward to escape a surprisingly sensitive grazing from
the washcloth's edge sending an electric like shock up her body along
with a twinge of sharp pain.

"I'm sorry."  Jimmy said emphatically, then hugged her naked body to
his, nestling his face in sideways between her breasts.

"Oh, it's nothing.  You were doing a great job of cleaning there, I
just got surprised.  Here let me finish the cleaning, it's created a
little itch I need to take care of."  Brenda said, peeling him off of
her and going to stroking her pussy herself, not caring that Jimmy was
staring rapt with amazement, as she openly masturbated to a conclusion
before him in the shower.  When she collected herself, she turned off
the water and they stepped out.  "Which towel?"

"Here.  Here is a clean one."  Jimmy offered. 

She got dressed and Jimmy got into his swimsuit.  Then they proceeded
to the neighbor's backyard.  Darrell was there waiting in some boxer
type trunks draped on his slender body.  "What took you guys so long?"
He asked.  "Hey where's your suit?"  He asked Brenda.

"Nothing seemed to fit, so I'll just wade my feet in and watch you and
Jimmy swim."  She said.

"In that case, I'll get you the emergency suit I have for those that
have no other options.  I'll be just a minute."  Darrell said, then
proceeded inside.  He came back out with a bright white two piece
number that looked big enough to accommodate Brenda's 37's.  

"Isn't this awfully thin material?"  Brenda quizzed.

"Oh but it is sturdy.  It will hold up.  See?"  He said pulling on it.
"At least try it on and see if it fits."

Brenda stepped inside and changed into the suit as she watched Darrell
talking with Jimmy outside.  It was a little tight in all of the ways,
but it did seem like strong material, so she went back out.

"See, that works."  Darrell said holding out his hand for her.  "You
look great in it."  When Brenda trustingly reached out hers for his,
he said, "Com'on Jimmy let's toss her in."  Jimmy took her other hand
and helped drag the stonewalling Brenda closer to the edge of the
pool.  She screamed "No.  Wait."   But they persisted until they all
ended up falling into the pool together.  

They came up laughing and as Brenda was sweeping her hair back off of
her face, it was plain to see that the suit she was given to wear was
a trick suit.  It became almost totally transparent like a wet sheet.
Darrell laughed an "I got you" laugh, and Jimmy's laughter turned to
anger as he realized he was tricked into turning on his babysitter.
Brenda started to jog in the water for the stairs as fast as she
could.  Darrell swam to the edge and beat her to the towel she was
spying on a chair.  She got out and approached him covering her
nipples with her hands and bending forward with legs close together to
hide her pussy cleft from his teasing view.  When Brenda would reach
for the towel, he moved it just out of her reach.

"Com'on Darrell give her the towel."  Jimmy ordered.

"Hey Sport, I'm giving you the dream come true, a chance to see your
beautiful babysitter almost naked."  Darrell said still smiling at and
teasing Brenda with the towel.

"You tricked us.  Now give her the towel!"  Jimmy implored trying to
reach for it himself.

"I'll give you the towel on one condition, that you give me a kiss."
He said to Brenda.

Brenda reached for the towel one last time, then she turned and winked
to Jimmy who backed down to watch.  She approached him with her hands
flat on her nipples and moved in slowly like she was going to let him
kiss her.  Darrell took the towel and looped it around the back of her
neck pulling her into him and moved in for a kiss.  When he was
kissing her with his eyes closed, and her head was securely positioned
by the towel, so she couldn't retreat, she let her hands wander down
his body and started to stroke his cock and balls.  He soon forgot
that Jimmy was even present as he moaned and relaxed into the
incredible sensations she was creating in his groin.  Brenda looked at
Jimmy, then looked at her clothes.  When she saw that Jimmy read the
clue and went to pick up her things, she took the opportunity, from
Darrell relaxing his grip on the towel, to gain a little distance
still working his rock solid erection through his shorts.  He let her
loosen the drawstring and snake her hand down inside and cup his
balls.  Then without warning, she squeezed them causing him to release
all of his breath.  As he was bending forward, she pulled down his
suit down around his ankles and made a beeline for the gate.  On the
other side of the gate, she took off the suit and tossed it back in
the direction of the shocked Darrell and disappeared with Jimmy into
the Crandel's house.

Once safe inside, they laughed and high-fived in celebration.  "You
know, you might not get an invitation to swim over there anytime
soon." Brenda said. 

"I don't want to swim in their lousy pool anyway after the way he
tricked us."  Jimmy said resolved.

They went into the kitchen for a snack.  "So what do you want to do
now?"  Jimmy asked.

"Do you think your mom would mind my borrowing a little of her tanning
lotion until I can get my own bottle tomorrow?"

"No way.  Of course not, be my guest."  Jimmy said.

"Do you think you could do my back like your dad does your mom?"

"You mean the back on down and the heels on up?"  Jimmy clarified.

"Both would be good."  Brenda said adventurously.


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