On The Kitchen Table

I've babysat for Mrs. Clark for three years now and it's hard to have to let go. College calls, but this gorgeous mother of two has one last parting gift left for me. I sit at the kitchen table looking into her sexy, smoldering eyes. What secrets do they hide? Why do they make my pants tighten and my heart thump like that? I'm a virgin. Why do I keep remembering that fact? Pleasure for two.