So much so that I have somehow found myself to be in the situation of having a babysitter for the weekend at the age of 19 while my parents had a well...needed break. Despite my protests, and even my father agreeing with me for once, my Mother never budged on the subject, so I was stuck with a sitter for the weekend.I decide to go to my room and let off a little steam before the babysitter gets here. Eventually the door goes, and I hear a voice that I recognize. Aunt Julie? She is the babysitter?. Now, there was hope everywhere I looked. A couple hours of positive attention and Jo was beginning to look like the women I fell in love with again. I walked into the living room and was greeted by her outstretched hand. Laughing, I surrendered the bowl of ice cream and sat down on the opposite side of the couch from her. Her eyes were glued to the newest episode of her favorite crime drama while my eyes were glued to her. After her shower, she had donned a pair of aged running shorts and one. I’m not frugal, I love shopping, going out on the town. But I’m careful.Vanessa was in better shape than I was. Bear didn’t pay her that much, $78,000 plus an occasional bonus when BEAR had a spectacular year. But she had lived rent free upstairs. And her meals were free there as well.She and Bear were the only employees with decent health care insurance. The food industry, unless you’re mega, is a low margin business.Vanessa shyly pointed to her financials. She had $182,000 in savings.I was. She looked good enough to eat. I could see why she was popular with the guys - she was so sexy.I slipped off my sweat pants embarrassed by the pain undies I was wearing. Emma ripped them off and tossed them on the floor as she laid me back on the sofa.She slowly started to kiss me paying attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones never before encountered with my many trysts with the male race.I was almost cumming before she had even reached my.