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He slowly opened the door and entered. Putting the keys on the side table he looked around: "Anybody home? Hello?"

Uncle Simpson had told him that they had hired an Indian babysitter. He was William, nephew of the Simpsons. He had come by to check.

He looked around the house. There was nobody.

But then, he suddenly heard some thumps from above. He narrowed his eyes. It was around four-forty-five.

He went upstairs.

And what he saw kept him mesmerised for the rest of his life. As he looked on…

He saw a naked sweetheart.

Dancing in all her glory.

Sweat trickling down every inch of her body. And yet she danced. Her hairs frolicking. Her boobs jiggling. Her butt shaking.

She was like an angel.

And he kept staring.

He kept staring for God knows how much time. Until she stopped.

She stopped and looked at Jacob. Facing her back to William.

She lifted him up and she turned around.

And they looked at each other.

She stopped.

He stopped.

They stopped.

Time stopped.

Her jaw-dropped.

Her hands started shaking.

She held Jacob by her chest, but her hands were occupied. And her pussy all exposed.

She hyperventilated.

Her pupils dilated.

And she fell ****.