Sarah is let in, and Frannie takes charge

As soon as Frannie replaces the chain fob in it's doorjamb holder and flicks the switch on the doorknob, the heavy white door quickly opens, practically knocking the top-heavy eighteen-year-old off her feet. Your sweet babysitter enters the living room's foyer, shutting the door quickly behind her, hoping to shut out what just happened just as easily.

You can't help but lick your lips as your eyes devour your now naked babysitter from head to toe. Blood surges through your cock, causing it to bob and weep joyjuice from it's eye.

"Frannie! Gimme that phone! What do you think you're doing? No one else can see those pictures!" Sarah tries in vain to grab the cellphone from Frannie's hand as the bottle-blonde presses buttons with a fingertip as she dodges the brunette's lunges.

Frannie manages to tuck the smooth-edged rectangle inside the second skin covering of her black acid-washed jeans and turns back to face her grabby classmate, taking a flailing wrist in each hand.

"That's entirely up to you, Sarah!'' the blonde answers back, her hair falling over her face as she struggles to hold her hands between them.

You can't see Frannies' face, and her tone sounds odd..