"I think you've done everything perfectly."

"I think you've done everything perfectly," I tell her, awaiting her next move. Mikaela grins and shrugs a little bit, rather sexy but in an innocent way. Was it possible she was unaware of the sexual tension between us? I wince slightly as the big black cock shifting around within my trousers in search of the pretty blonde gets even heavier.

"Well I am glad you think so, Mr Cox..." Mikaela says with a smile, using her pale dainty fingers to gently touch my own coarse dark hand. "I really want you to think of me as your first choice in babysitter, the best you could have!"

I need to make this little blonde girl cry, I think to myself as she turns and I watch her hips sway hypnotically as she walks to the door. "Oh, Mikaela..." She turns expectantly, even eagerly, but I realize I'm putting too everything I have with my wife if I fuck Lindsay's friend right here in our house. "Uh, nothing... I didn't say anything to you."

Mikaela looked a little disappointed and apologized for correctly hearing me. She bends over to put her shoes on, causing her little plaid skirt to ride up and provide me with a glimpse of her pink panties complete with a little red heart. I groan and grip my African fuckpole through my sweatpants. My desire to be rid of the temptation is complicated when the blonde turns to look over her shoulder and her lips pucker a little bit. "Mr Cox, sir, did you just look up my skirt?"