There were plenty of things that she would rather be doing on a Friday night that didnt involve babysitting two teenage brats. Her mother had pressur...d her into babysitting the OLachlans kids, though Abigail didnt see why they needed babysitting. The oldest, Jacob, was 14 and only three years younger than herself. At fourteen, Abigail had been allowed to stay by herself when her parents went out, though looking back on what she got up to when she was on her own, maybe it was best that the kids. Amitr kahara lal bara ta dekhe amar ga ta shirshir kore uthlo aar amar gudta Amitr khara barata nijer modheye nebar janno ras charte laglo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “baap rey. Eita to bheeshon bodo and mota. Eita ammar guder moddhay deesh na. Aami moray jabo!” Amar duto hath Amitr bara ta dharar janno nishpish korte laglo. Ami hath bariye barata dhorte gelam aar Amit songe songe bollo, “dhorish na. Ammarta beyriyey jaabey. Prothom semen tor guder modhhay ditey chaee.” Amit puro bichanate juee phool. So close.Adjusting the angle for direct contact with my nub, the rhythm became second nature. Trace. Drag. Snip. Press. My clit hardened and I gave a tiny gasp, then froze. He was staring in the mirror, my open mouth and glazed olive eyes a giveaway, framed by my dusky bob beneath the pointed felt hat with bell at its peak.Busted, but too far to stop.The corners of my mouth upturned, sparkly cheeks rising a fraction, imploring him with my reflected gaze to become complicit. He gave a tiny smile. Dropping our bags on the table, and our jackets on the chair, Julia kneeled at my feet to remove my heels. Running her fingers up my leg as she stood, her mouth was on mine once more. Shirts came off, I’m not sure how, and skirts followed. Turning to kiss my man, Julia’s hands learned my curves.Down my sides, over my hips, squeezing my bum cheeks, up my spine. Turning me round to face Julia, my man briefly rubbed his strained crotch against my rear, then sat in the chair, dropping his clothes.