His name tag read Phillip, and at present, his jaw was hanging open at the sight of her. Lisa had a statuesque build, tall and lean and elegant. Her ...uburn locks were pulled into a sweeping chignon to display the graceful column of her throat. Her aqua eyes were snapping fire as she stood in nothing but a matching black lace bra and thong with a sassy garter belt supporting the filmy black stockings she wore. “Can I help you?” She demanded irritably. “Uhhh, ehem. Yeah.” He stammered. Then, just as I was hoping, she got up on our bed, pulled her shorts and panties off and proceeded to give herself two rather spirited orgasms.We watched it twice, once clothed, the second time naked and having our own fun, then followed by a whopping fuck that lasted well over an hour. The next day, I downloaded the video to my laptop.So, the next Friday night, we talked about what our babysitter might be doing at any given time while we were having dinner and we discussed it in great detail. I turned the paper back over to read the name again. “María Fernanda Dolores Vasquez,” born March 23rd, never mind the year. Old enough to travel alone, at any rate.The whole thing smelled. Even if she was of age, or said she was, girls her age rarely had a good reason to travel alone to the U.S. even if they were staying with family. Sometimes the “cousins” weren’t strictly cousins, although that in itself wasn’t too bad. “Cousin,” along with “uncle” and “aunt,” covered a lot of territory in. “Uh – no thanks,” Margaret said. “It’s nothing – just a phase I’m going through, I guess. It’ll work it’s way out of my system soon…” she said without conviction.“Well, ok, sugar. Whatever you think is best. I’m here if you need me,” Mike said, kissing her tenderly.Margaret settled back down, her husband’s kind concern making her feel like even more of a shit. She would sleep no more that night…And so it went. Then one evening Mike came home from work with an.