badbabysitter
Vault Girl
- Joined
- Jul 6, 2002
- Posts
- 19,179
Ellen Bailey
42 years old
5ft 3in tall
120 lbs
dark brown eyes with high cheek bones
great smile with near perfect pearly whites and full lips
all natural D-cups (it runs in the family)
big brown nipples (frequently aroused)
thick silky lower back length dark brown hair with auburn tint
lightly tanned silky smooth complexion
tight ass
very attractive
trimmed pussy
no piercings
two small tattoos (one on shoulder blade, one on ankle)
favorite drink is Tequila anything
smokes cigs when drinking
easy going (sometimes too easy), open minded (sometimes too open)
gets along well with her daughters' friends (sometimes too well)
Mrs Bailey returned home on a hot Saturday evening, pulling into the driveway as she dreaded the thought of having to unload the car of the day's purchases. She loved shopping, but hated unloading it all, and her daughter Melanie was usually not too helpful. Melanie could be troublesome at times, but Mrs Bailey let her get away with a little more than she should, mainly to keep her around to keep tabs on her since Mr (Martin) and Mrs (Ellen) Bailey had divorced seven years earlier. Mike never really took an interest in Melanie, so Ellen did what she thought she needed to do in order to keep her closer to home.
Upon pulling up the driveway, Mrs Bailey sees several sports cars, a pick-up truck, and a motorcycle, and several guys gathered in the yard. Although she didn't always approve of Melanie's acquaintances, she tolerated them and was always cordial toward them, even if she hadn't yet met them. She wanted her daughter's friends to feel comfortable when she was around, so she was always friendly, even if (or especially because) most of Melanie's friends were guys. That was to be expected since Melanie was a very hot looking gem with an equally hot body that was seemingly irresistible to guys of all ages, but Mrs Bailey was happy that Melanie associated with guys her own age.
But Mrs Bailey was no prude, being divorced for so long, and trying to cater to her youngest daughter's needs, she found little time to cater to her own needs, so it was a pleasant surprise at times when there were younger guys around for her to sometimes, well, daydream about. Besides, in her younger years, Mrs Bailey was a little wild, if not quite promiscuous, and even at 42 years old, she was still a bit of youth in her. Maybe it was a mid-life thing, but she didn't care, she still liked to have a little fun.
As Mrs Bailey exits her car, she is conscious of the guys watching her, but she wasn't uncomfortable, rather she was flattered. Flattered that boys her daughter's age liked to check her out the way they always do. But then again, the guys had good reason to ogle her, she was as good looking as her daughter, and she was built even better, and she looked ten years younger than she was. Even at her age, she still wore sexy, if not sometimes provocative clothes, it made her feel like she fit in with her daughter and her friends. Today Mrs Bailey had worn a faded blue denim mini-skirt with hose, a simple white button-down blouse, and a push-up bra that drew extra attention to her D-cup breasts.
Mrs Bailey immediately took note that Melanie's Jeep wasn't in the driveway as she opened the back car door to start lugging packages in. As she peered into the back seat, dreading the thought of having to drag all those packages into the house, the little devil popped into her head. With her back turned to the group of guys, Mrs Bailey unbuttoned a few buttons on her top to expose even more cleavage in hopes of persuading the guys to help her carry packages.
All attention was on her as she approached the group of guys and asked if they could do her a favor. It was easy as 1,2,3 and while at first they stood there gawking for a moment, they were more than happy to help Mrs Bailey out. She was confident they would since Melanie's friends often did favors for her like running errands, and Mrs Bailey did favors for them, like letting them party at her house as long as they didn't drive afterwards.
As she bent over reaching into the back seat to hand off packages, she knew all eyes were on her when she asked, “So where's Melanie?”
42 years old
5ft 3in tall
120 lbs
dark brown eyes with high cheek bones
great smile with near perfect pearly whites and full lips
all natural D-cups (it runs in the family)
big brown nipples (frequently aroused)
thick silky lower back length dark brown hair with auburn tint
lightly tanned silky smooth complexion
tight ass
very attractive
trimmed pussy
no piercings
two small tattoos (one on shoulder blade, one on ankle)
favorite drink is Tequila anything
smokes cigs when drinking
easy going (sometimes too easy), open minded (sometimes too open)
gets along well with her daughters' friends (sometimes too well)
Mrs Bailey returned home on a hot Saturday evening, pulling into the driveway as she dreaded the thought of having to unload the car of the day's purchases. She loved shopping, but hated unloading it all, and her daughter Melanie was usually not too helpful. Melanie could be troublesome at times, but Mrs Bailey let her get away with a little more than she should, mainly to keep her around to keep tabs on her since Mr (Martin) and Mrs (Ellen) Bailey had divorced seven years earlier. Mike never really took an interest in Melanie, so Ellen did what she thought she needed to do in order to keep her closer to home.
Upon pulling up the driveway, Mrs Bailey sees several sports cars, a pick-up truck, and a motorcycle, and several guys gathered in the yard. Although she didn't always approve of Melanie's acquaintances, she tolerated them and was always cordial toward them, even if she hadn't yet met them. She wanted her daughter's friends to feel comfortable when she was around, so she was always friendly, even if (or especially because) most of Melanie's friends were guys. That was to be expected since Melanie was a very hot looking gem with an equally hot body that was seemingly irresistible to guys of all ages, but Mrs Bailey was happy that Melanie associated with guys her own age.
But Mrs Bailey was no prude, being divorced for so long, and trying to cater to her youngest daughter's needs, she found little time to cater to her own needs, so it was a pleasant surprise at times when there were younger guys around for her to sometimes, well, daydream about. Besides, in her younger years, Mrs Bailey was a little wild, if not quite promiscuous, and even at 42 years old, she was still a bit of youth in her. Maybe it was a mid-life thing, but she didn't care, she still liked to have a little fun.
As Mrs Bailey exits her car, she is conscious of the guys watching her, but she wasn't uncomfortable, rather she was flattered. Flattered that boys her daughter's age liked to check her out the way they always do. But then again, the guys had good reason to ogle her, she was as good looking as her daughter, and she was built even better, and she looked ten years younger than she was. Even at her age, she still wore sexy, if not sometimes provocative clothes, it made her feel like she fit in with her daughter and her friends. Today Mrs Bailey had worn a faded blue denim mini-skirt with hose, a simple white button-down blouse, and a push-up bra that drew extra attention to her D-cup breasts.
Mrs Bailey immediately took note that Melanie's Jeep wasn't in the driveway as she opened the back car door to start lugging packages in. As she peered into the back seat, dreading the thought of having to drag all those packages into the house, the little devil popped into her head. With her back turned to the group of guys, Mrs Bailey unbuttoned a few buttons on her top to expose even more cleavage in hopes of persuading the guys to help her carry packages.
All attention was on her as she approached the group of guys and asked if they could do her a favor. It was easy as 1,2,3 and while at first they stood there gawking for a moment, they were more than happy to help Mrs Bailey out. She was confident they would since Melanie's friends often did favors for her like running errands, and Mrs Bailey did favors for them, like letting them party at her house as long as they didn't drive afterwards.
As she bent over reaching into the back seat to hand off packages, she knew all eyes were on her when she asked, “So where's Melanie?”
