He worked out a lot so he had a body to be proud of. He was extremely good looking but just didnt have the manners to go with it when he was at home. ...e was a chauvinist. Expected everything to be the way he wanted… Dominating if thats what you want to call it. Thing is, at day everything was fine and great but at night sexual tension would shoot through the roof for me. I suppose it was my own fault because I would sneak up to my parents bedroom and stand outside listening to them fuck… I say. . I'd arrived at the Mills house early to babysit for the children of the Judge and his wife Roberta. When no one had answered my calls as I came in, I went upstairs to see if the kids were in the playroom. I'd heard sounds from the master bedroom and sticking my head in, had seen movement out the french doors that led to the private sundeck. I'd only meant to peek but the sight of Roberta Mills laying face down on the chaise lounge wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties made my jaw drop. The time was drawing near for his date with her. Still, he could not help day dreaming of her and the mixed pleasures he hoped to share with her eventually, the two of them becoming as one. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to pleasure himself to the thoughts of her-middle of the work day or not. He was relieved when he closed his Shoppe early and went to change into something more suitable, even choosing musky cologne to wear along his lower neck ridges, having read she loved the. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he drove forward. Racing like a battering ram of flesh, his cock into the sweet cleft of her cunt as if intent on rending through the protective wall of her hymen. But there was no longer a maidenhead to provide the least bit of resistance to his entry. There was no longer the jagged shooting pain of a lost virginity. Gone, too, was the fearful anticipation of the unknown.There was the complete feeling of a woman as he packed himself into her body..