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Tracy watched as John positioned himself between her legs; his erect cock swaying and pointing at her very wet pussy. In her mind she thought that there was no way the damn thing would fit inside of her; it was very thick; much thicker than her boyfriend's cock. She felt the head press against her vagina surprised that John did not just push his way in, he did it slow and steady allowing her body to adjust to his presence inside of her.

Feeling Tracy's pussy mound moving against his body John began to lose control of his plan for a slow fuck; in short he was starting to go wild with passion. He did his best to pause in his piston like movements so that he could suck on Tracy's nipples.

"Ooooh, don't stop John," Tracy begged. "Fuck me and suck me till I come!"

Lust had overcome both John and Tracy, they gave no thought of the possibility of waking young Bob. Tracy kept begging John to fuck her hard. "I can't hold it anymore," she moaned reaching her second climax in such a short time.

The sudden violent jerking of Tracy's body made John cum as well. "Oh my..,Tracy I'm cumming!" He drove his cock hard with each passing spasm until he was completely empty.

It took a few moments for the two lovers to recover. Tracy managed to sit up on the edge of the table and watched as John sat next to her. It was at this moment that she realised that she had not asked John to wear a condom so her pussy was full of John's sperm. "Jesus," she said after a moment of silence. "I can't believe how great that was just now."

John smiled and asked if she was OK and he was pleased that Tracy was more than OK. "I'm going to check on Bob while you clean yourself up honey."

Once in the bathroom Tracy found herself **** to put her clothes on again for she suddenly felt the need to be there for John for the things she felt tonight she'd never really felt before.

"Come on Tracy," John called out, "I just spoke to your mom so she is expecting you home."

Once she was dressed again she stepped out of the bathroom and into John's arms.
"I wish I could stay the whole night," she said.

Walking out to the car John said, "Your parents would wonder if I am doing naughty
things with you." Once on the road he said, "This was the first time in a long time for me honey, I seem to have a hard time expressing myself."

"Will you be asking me to babysit again this week?" Tracy asked hoping that the answer would be yes.

"Yes, I will need a babysitter," John said. "But after what happened tonight do you really think you would be safe with me? You should be hanging out with your friends and not having an old guy like me paw at your body the way I did tonight."

Tracy wanted a goodnight kiss from John but standing in the doorway was her mother so the kiss was out.

John got out of his car and walked up to the door with Tracy. "Sorry that we are late getting here Lucy," John said to Mrs. King. "The roadwork on Dalton is getting worse instead of better."

"No problem John," Lucy said as she came down the steps to meet her daughter and John. "I hope my daughter did a good job babysitting."

As John talked with Lucy he realised that he really didn't know her or her husband all that well even though he worked with Frank for a number of years. The one thing he seemed to remember was that Lucy trained as an interior decorator before she got married.

"Why don't you come in for some coffee John," Lucy said as she headed back into the house.

"Sure why not." He answered after all his mother had come by and she would look after Bob until he got back.

John and Lucy talked about the odds and ends of life in general while Tracy went into her room. The longer he talked with Lucy the more he realised how like her daughter she was with her hair hanging loose to her shoulders and her well toned body packed into a pair of shorts and a shirt that was tied off above her middle.

He did his best to picture Lucy in a bathing suit and sure enough his cock began to stir.

Lucy knew that John was doing more than just talking to her, he was eyeing her body which secretly pleased her; it felt good that someone still thought she was something to look at. Another thought that crossed her mind was did John Doe have fucked her daughter? If so, Tracy must have been a willing participant. That and not any roadwork would explain why it took so long to bring her daughter home. Lucy knew that John's wife had left him holding the bag and her sexually active daughter was so convenient.

"You know," John said after finishing his drink. "You're an interior decorator and I have been thinking of making some changes at my house."

"What did you have in mind?" The thought of John fucking her daughter went onto the back-burner.

"I don't know," John said thoughtfully. "My tastes seem to run towards early caveman stuff and I need to change things; maybe you can come by and..."

Tracy overheard her mom and John talking and she smiled. Things could get even more exciting, just maybe she could keep seeing John after all.