Joanne and Keith were supposed to be going out to dinner. I had been pressed into service as babysitter for my goddaughter, Christine. I arrived early... to give them time to change, and spend some quality time with my rather beautiful goddaughter, who was just learning to walk, at the time. Joanne opened the door and led the way into the lounge, but there was no sign of Keith. I assumed that he was upstairs and would be down when he was ready. Picking Christine up from the floor, I lifted her. I had a feeling that was intentional. Not that the woman had tried to be vague, but because Voguel’s stand-in had been intentionally vague to her. I had gotten the distinct impression that she had not been entirely trusted, but given the things she had done, I was not really surprised.I found that my mind was distracted by the warning that I had been given by the goddess. I only wished she could have told me where the bastard was, but I had to assume there was a reason. Given all the. I pressed your pussy with my fingers with a little pressure to boost your lust. U let an “ohhhhh” and signed u liked it. Now I put my two fingers on your pussy lips and started to rub it slowly just like you used to rub and masturbate when you feel horny. Oh, both your hands are searching something in my hairs and rubbing my hairs like a mad woman. U are pulling my hairs biting your lips with eyes closed and feel my love. Meanwhile I never stopped kissing and licking your honey cheeks. My left. . interesting..."We both laughed."Do you mind if I watch?" I asked as I followed her around."Not at all. I don't have too much to do."She bent down to pluck a few weeds and my mouth went dry at the sight of her round ass. I was really being bad that day.We made small talk for a bit as she watered, clipped and weeded. I found out she was divorced, mid-thirties and gardening full time for a few different houses. She really liked her job."What about you?" she asked."Um, well... I'm a part time.