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Babysitting Daddy Ch. 01

By: luvrobbijo



I'm a single dad with 2 kids. Their mom lives in the same town and we share them 50/50. Daycare centers are expensive, and most require parents to pay regardless if the kids show up or not. So I opted to seek out independent day-care providers/babysitters. 

I hired a young lady after searching a local independent daycare website. Now most of the "sitters" on this site are young college students looking to help pay for college. I was a college student myself, and admired anyone trying to help themselves! Anyway, the first young lady I hired was OK, but she was more interested in talking and texting on the phone with friends, etc. instead of spending time with and watching the kids (the kids advised me of this after so long). Within 3 months, I had to let her go. So there I was again, looking for another provider. I posted an ad on this same site and interviewed several candidates. I always met the candidates at a local coffee shop and paid for any expenses. I also made sure the kids were with me to see if there was/was not a connection between them. I finally narrowed it down to one or two young ladies. THEN, just a few days before I was going to make my decision, another young lady came into the picture as she answered my ad I still had posted. The ad included my contact info, and after she posted her interest in the position, she called me. This was the first candidate that had ever called me prior to meeting me. We talked for almost 30 minutes. The conversation was incredible, and I had a great feeling about her as a daycare provider for my kids! I was so impressed with her I invited her to dinner at a local restaurant where the kids and I had previous plans to dine. 

This young lady was not only on time, she was there before we were! GREAT start as I believe in punctuality! She sent me a text letting me know she was there already. When the kids & I walked into the restaurant, I immediately laid my eyes on the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my life! It was her! Robbi Jo! Early twenties, medium-length straight-auburn hair, light complexion, 5'0, 95 lbs. at the most, gorgeous petite figure, infectious smile, small-breasted (I'm not a breast man), perfect ass (I AM an ass man), and the greatest swagger I've ever seen in such a young woman! I was in awe! She was like a magnet to my kids! They knew who she was before I really knew! It was the most unbelievable first meeting I had ever had with a potential sitter! The dinner and interview were both PERFECT! Robbi was definitely the bomb! I not only wanted her to watch the kids due to her personality and skills/abilities with the kids, I also (secretly) wanted Robbi from that night on for myself! 

She began watching the kids shortly thereafter. Robbi lived in an apartment near my townhouse. All was convenient. Then, I bought a home on the other side of town -- a 4-bedroom home, and that meant a bedroom would be unoccupied. I asked Robbi if she would be interested in becoming a live-in nanny! After thinking about it briefly, she said, "Sure!" So, Robbi Jo was now moving into a new home with the kids and me!

Robbi was awesome! Got dinner started for the kids before I got home. Sometimes, she even got it started or ready before I got home when the kids were at their mom's house. I allowed her to bring friends over (and her friends were just as HOT as she was). During the early months of the year she lived with us, she once complained about a stiff neck and back (probably from the stress associated with going to college, working, etc). I offered to give her a massage, but she didn't think it would be appropriate to get a massage from her employer. I understood and respected that. 

Then, a few months later, when the kids were at their mom's house on a weekend, Robbi came out of her room in flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt while I was in the living room. Even though she said she was not feeling well, I still felt she looked BEAUTIFUL -- even sexier in her current attire! I then asked her, "You ok? What's wrong?" 

She replied, "I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm getting a cold and just want to get myself something to eat and go back to bed."

I then suggested, "Robbi, why don't you just go sit down on the couch and I will get you some chicken noodle soup."

She said, "Ok. That would be great!"

I warmed up some home-made chicken noodle soup I made the night before and gave it to her. I let her eat it while I did my things around the house. When I returned to the living room, she had finished her soup, but she told me that she still wasn't feeling all that great. I then said, "Let me give you that massage I've been telling you about." Without any hesitation, she agreed.

At first, she laid down face-first on the couch. I tried to work with it, but then suggested that my or her bed would be better if she was ok with it. She quickly got up, grabbed me by the hand, and led me into my bedroom. 

Robbi stayed clothed in her flannel jammies and t-shirt while she buried her face into my bed pillows. I began massaging her from the side of the bed. This was not working very well, so I jumped on the bed myself. Trying to remain reserved, I tried to massage her closer, but still from the side. Then I thought....."What the heck....just try and straddle her and she what she does!" So, I did. She didn't flinch an inch! I straddled her ass with my own pajama-protected cock region (I was wearing flannel pajama bottoms as well). Then, I worked my massaging hands up and inside her t-shirt instead of massaging from the outside of her shirt (she was NOT wearing a bra underneath that t-shirt). Again...she did not flinch! My cock was so hard by then I could have cut diamonds with it! I massaged her from the head-hair down to her cute toes! When I moved to her ass (covered by her flannel jammies), she allowed me to pull them down just a bit to massage her upper buttocks! I literally was ready to cum all over her! But I held back and tried to maintain some professional composure! After massaging her thighs, feet, and toes, I moved back up, straddled her ass again, and began massaging her lower back (waist). 

Once I was straddling her ass again, Robbi arched her back and raised her ass in the air -- taunting me! My cock was hard already, and Robbi's reaction almost made me cum right then and there (but I controlled myself)! She then said, "Gary, take my jammies off. I want to feel your hands all over my entire body." I then took her bottom jammies off. My new view was a glistening young pussy completely soaked with her own juices! It was incredible! I stopped massaging and started kissing her back (up high at first), then moved down to her ass as it was perched out in front of me. 

I put a couple of pillows underneath her pelvis to get her ass up even higher. I then dived in! My tongue slowly slipped into her watering hole. She moaned and enjoyed for a long time until she came 2 times. Then, I slipped my tongue into her forbidden hole and rimmed her good while finger-fucking her in her glory hole at the same time! She had at least 4 orgasms! She was spewing fluids from all over her body by now! 

Then...even though I was hesitant at first to truly and potentially breach our relationship, she reached from behind her and grabbed my hard cock out of its hiding spot in my jammies that had been knocking at her door this entire time, and guided it into her sopping-wet cunt! I didn't think about it anymore! I stuck my hard cock into her from behind and she screamed my name out loud! So now, my cock is inside the tight little cunt of a beautiful young woman half my age!

I then realized I did not have any protection on! I ask her if she was protected and she said, "Don't worry about it I have the 'ring' inside me!" Once hearing that, I pounded her for at least half an hour! Then, turned her over on her back, put my tongue and lips into her for yet another hour! Feeling brave and in the heat of the moment, I then asked her if I could turn her over on her tummy and fuck her in the ass! She said, "I thought you would never ask!" I then fucked her hard in her tight ass until we both came again and fell asleep in my bed. 

This was an incredible night between and for us both! We had several days/nights/weekends like that when my kids were at their mom's house!

Babysitting Daddy Ch. 02



Recall Ch 01: Robbi Jo became a live-in nanny with my two kids and me. Robbi, then 21, was no more than 95 pounds soaking wet, all of 5'0", medium-length auburn-colored hair, fair complexion (although she tanned very well), small-breasted, perfectly-shaped ass and legs (former gymnast), and knew exactly what to say and how to say it.

Robbi & I had our first encounter when she was ill one afternoon which led down the path of me giving her a massage, which then led to the most incredible sex I ever had as a 40-something single dad.

Our next encounter was just a few days later when the kids were at their mom's house for a couple days. Daylight savings had just started, so it was getting darker later now. I came home from work and decided to fire up the grill out back and throw a couple steaks on for Robbi and me. After lighting the grill, I heard a strange (yet familiar) sound toward the other end of my backyard. Curiously, I walked toward the sound and realized that it was coming from Robbi's room where she had her sliding window and vertical curtains partially open. Her bedroom had mirrored closet doors lining an entire wall, and I immediately saw Robbi laying on her bed, on her back, completely naked, while working a rather large dildo in and around her beautifully-landscaped "landing-strip" shaved ever-so-perfectly. I immediately took in the scene and couldn't help myself enough to watch the rest of the show.

I did not get too close to the window as I could hear and see everything from where I was standing, and did not want to frighten or disturb her beautiful orchestration of moans, hip-gyrations, and that muffled buzz of a two-pronged dildo eagerly diving in and out of her glistening pink hole while teasing her large, throbbing clitoris at the same time. It was an incredibly hot scene, and I was anxious to see more.

I waited and waited for what seemed like hours for her to cum. I was hard as a rock standing outside her bedroom window thinking to myself, "Should I be watching this, ignoring this, or participating in this?" As I reached inside my pants to grab my own stiff rod, Robbi came multiple times right there in front of me. I came, too! I literally SOAKED my boxer briefs and jeans right then and there.

Then Robbi turned her head and somehow saw me from her closet mirror. She did not flinch. In fact, she acknowledged I was there by asking, "Gary, is that you?" 

"Yes, it's me," I responded. 

"Did you enjoy watching me?"

I replied (with my hands still in my pants milking cum from my throbbing member), "Oh yea. Who wouldn't enjoy watching that?"

Robbi replied, "I knew you were home when I heard the garage door open while I was lying on my bed. I saw the steaks marinating in the fridge and figured you were going to barbeque them tonight. I gotta admit, I sort of planned this for you." Robbi said all this with a big, satisfying smile on her face.

I replied, "This has been the best barbeque ever, and the steaks aren't even done yet."

Then I noticed a black gym bag next to her bed with the top zipper wide open revealing several more "toys" as well as glimpses of some very sexy outfits. I saw a variety of things in that bag -- a leather teddie, leather whip, fuzzy handcuffs, oils, etc. Robbi noticed my interest in the bag and its contents. She grinned with a devious smile and said, "I see you like my secrets!"

I replied, "Why do they have to be secrets? I trust you with my kids so I expect complete honesty from you -- especially since you also live here." 

She laughed deviously then said, "Don't worry, your kids are safe with me, and what you just saw was my way of being open and up-front with you. Last week was a conquest for me! I just knew you were attracted to me and wanted me, and you proved it to be true! You know I come from a divorced family. I also told you I lived with my mother the entire time. What I didn't tell you was that I just wanted my father to be a part of my life as well. Well, he never was thanks to my mother. I missed that part of growing up. You know, being accepted, loved, and appreciated by both parents like your kids have with you and their mother. That's what drew me to you, I guess. No, I don't think of you as my father! That would be gross. But I do admire you as a father and am attracted to you for who you are as a father. It's hard to explain."

I replied, "I think I know what you're saying. So now what? Does this change last week, or do we continue with what we started?" 

Robbi Jo replied, "Last week I had the greatest orgasms of my life with you. I felt a fantasy erupting inside of me I never knew existed. I can't explain it completely as I don't know what it is exactly, but it sure felt real and genuine." 

I didn't know what to say other than, "Whoa. I have to admit, having such a young, beautiful woman in my bed that afternoon was an unbelievable experience for me, and I felt so attached to you from the moment we first met!"

We both sighed at that moment. Then we realized we were now talking through a window screen. Robbi then asked, "Shall I put on my French Maid outfit and help you cook those steaks out there?" 

I replied, "Oui oui, Mademoiselle." 

Robbi showed up outside a few minutes later with the most adorable French Maid outfit I could ever have imagined -- complete with white stockings, garters, and stilettos. God, she was beautiful and sexy all at the same time. Robbi had been working on her tan, and her skin contrasted perfectly with her outfit. She teased me on the patio by performing a seductive stripper's dance utilizing the vertical patio cover supports, the grill itself, and the patio furniture. She ended her seductive dance by hiking up her short maid skirt with nothing else underneath, while bending over the backyard table.

As she posed there on the table, I turned the grill down to let the steaks simmer, then kicked off my bottom-half clothing and spooned in behind my little French seductress. I arranged her position so that her tight wet hole was directly in front of my heat seeker. Robbi was now bent over the table perfectly. I then pierced her warm pink flesh with my red hard cock -- slowly at first, but harder and faster as I intertwined her outstretched fingers with mine to create a resistant force as well as a mutual desire to embrace our ecstasy together. We pounded each other for what seemed like a lapse in real time. I did not want to cum too fast as I wanted to bring Robbi to multiple orgasms. Robbi's bell "rung" a few times, then it was time for me to shoot pearls. I painted Robbi's beautiful ass at the end, pulling out just in time to unload on her perfectly shaped bum.

We then moved our outdoor escapade to the backyard hammock. It was a weekday night, kinda late by then, and we watched our surrounding neighbors' backyard lights turn off, then back on, then back off again. We didn't care. We were not holding back our passion for each other on that hammock! We both sensed several neighbors were watching us through the surrounding fences and it made the sensations we felt for each other seem even more exciting and erotic. We gave them a SHOW they might never forget. I could only imagine the male neighbors outside our backyard fences watching, enviously, while stroking their cocks as I had previously stroked mine while watching Robbi. Only this time, THEY were watching Robbi AND me fuck like two young horny rabbits. Robbi envisioned the neighboring women dropping to their knees and fingering themselves in sync to our rhythmic pounding and words of exaltations.

Robbi and I then realized we shared another interesting fantasy -- voyeurism. We laughed and talked about it later as we ate some rather well-done steak. We knew we had something together. What could we do next we thought and discussed? 

Hmmmm....stay tuned.............



Babysitting Daddy Ch. 03



It had been a long day at work, but I finally arrived at home that evening where Robbi Jo was hanging out with the kids in the living room. My daughter was engaged in a board game with Robbi while my son was in the backyard squirting anything that moved with a spray bottle of water I primarily used to steam-clean my gas barbeque grill with.

I sat down on the love seat with a relaxed sigh – happy to see my beautiful children and their wonderful nanny. Robbi asked, as she always did, "How was your day?"

Almost too tired to answer, I muttered, "Okay, I guess. Nobody got hurt, nobody hurt me, customers are seemingly happy, and all is well." I'm an executive for a unique food manufacturing company, and even though we are a small entity, we still have our fair share of challenges in today's marketplace.

My daughter came and gave me a huge hug and kiss. "I missed you and I love you, Daddy," she said while squeezing me tight around the neck.

"I missed you and love you, too, Honey," I replied with my arms around her. "What's your brother doing?"

"Stupid stuff as usual. He's trying to kill flies and bugs with a spray bottle. I wanted to play a game with Robbi, but he just wanted to go outside and do boy stuff. He should come play with me and Robbi."

I replied, "Well, Hun, he's a boy and you're a girl. You're different. If your brother wants to do that, just let him. Keep doing what you want to do."

Just then, my son came through the patio door. "Dad, what's for dinner? I'm starving!"

"We're having grilled carne asada with the usual side dishes," I replied. "Can you start the grill for me, dude?"

"Yea, I know how to do that." He then gave me a huge hug and went back out toward the grill and got it started up like I taught him.

My daughter, Robbi, and I began talking about the kids' day when my son barged back inside through the patio door and said, "Dad, I filled the spray bottle back up with water to spray the grill like you said, but it won't spray."

I took the bottle over to the sink, loosened the cap to try and prime the spray nozzle, but it didn't work this time. I tried it again and again to no avail. I walked back over to the living room where Robbi had now turned her attention to the struggles my son and I were having with the spray bottle.

"Let me see that," Robbi insisted. I gave the bottle to her. Without hesitation, she grabbed the bottle with both hands. And, as if in slow-motion instant replay, I watched her seemingly dry lips surround the business end of the spray nozzle. I could then feel both my eyes and cock get bigger as I witnessed her facial cheeks quickly implode toward her tongue as she sucked on that nozzle like she was attempting to draw a bowling ball through a garden hose. She then squeezed the handle. Water began dripping from the corners of her mouth. Robbi then withdrew the nozzle from her mouth, pointed it at me, and after dousing me with atomized water said, "There, it's working now."

My eyes were still big, and my cock had gotten even bigger. I quickly turned to see if my son had seen any of this magnificent event (while hoping he had not, yet glad I had), but he was now playing the board game with his sister. "Whew," I thought. Robbi later admitted she waited for my son's attention to turn to something else before she did this in front of me.

The carne asada was now on the grill, my daughter was taking her nightly shower, my son was reading a book, and Robbi and I were now in the kitchen together making side dishes to supplement our main course. Robbi and I both enjoyed cooking. She is more of the baking/pastry type while I am more of the main course/side-dishes type. We complement each other very well in the kitchen.

After we all ate dinner, Robbi asked, "Do you want anything special for dessert?"

"Like what?"

"Well, what's your favorite?"

I replied, "Cherry pie. When I was about eight or nine years old, my mom stopped making me birthday cakes and made me cherry pie cuz that was my favorite."

"You're in luck! I picked bing cherries from the tree out back this morning. Look in the fridge. See them?"

I opened the fridge, looked up top, and saw a full two-quart bowl of ripe bing cherries. "Wow. I didn't know they were ready to be picked."

Robbi giggled and replied, "Yep. Ya just gotta know when to pick your cherries."

She then prepared dough, unpitted the cherries, and put a cherry pie in the oven while I put my kids to bed after reading a story to them.

Once the kids were asleep in their rooms, I made my way toward the kitchen where I could smell the sweet essence of baking cherry pie. "Mmmmmmmmm," I thought to myself. When I entered the kitchen, Robbi was nowhere to be found. I then sat on the couch, turned the T.V. on, and began watching ESPN.

Several minutes later, I heard a door open from down the hall. Robbi was coming out from her bedroom. My ears perked up as I turned down the television volume and listened to light footsteps coming down the hallway. I figured she must be wearing socks as I did not hear the common "sticking" noise of bare feet on my hardwood floors. She rounded the corner between the hallway and the living room and my jaw dropped into my lap. I initially focused on her feet just to confirm what I thought I heard coming toward me. I saw white ankle socks at first, then deeply tanned and toned bare legs that dissappeared in upper-thigh-high white silk bottoms. Above her waist band was a tanned, flat, and firm set of bare abs a quarter could ricochet from and possibly kill a human being. About four inches above her pierced navel was the lower side of her white, loose-fitting, spaghetti–strapped silk top. Robbi had brushed her shoulder-length hair to flow toward her backside, and she looked INCREDIBLE. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life beyond my kids being born.

"The pie should be done in a few minutes. What do you like with your pie? Ice cream or whipped cream?"

I replied, "I prefer al a mode."

"Perfect. I bought some French Vanilla ice cream at the store today."

"Perfect, my favorite," I said.

By now, I had my butt off the couch and was in the kitchen with Robbi Jo just to see her sexy ensemble. I watched her bend over and pull the pie out of the oven as I relished the thought of tasting some of HER personal cherry pie. We carried on a conversation about her afternoon at college. She was proud of her pie. I was proud of her pie and hadn't even tasted it yet. Not to mention, I was proud of having this beautiful young woman dressed so inappropriately (to some) in my kitchen. "Thank you, God," I said to myself as the kids were now fast asleep in their rooms.

We let the pie cool while we sat on the love seat together. Robbi snuggled up right next to me as she pretended to be cold. I didn't see any goose bumps, but took the hint and went along with it. We flipped through the T.V. channels for a few minutes, then we both got up to help ourselves to this dessert Robbi Jo prepared all on her own.

We each ate a small piece of cherry pie as it was getting late. I had to work the next day, and she had class early the next morning. The pie was delicious! But we both forgot about the ice cream in the freezer. I then asked, "Do you want any ice cream?"

Robbi replied, "Yea, but could you please put it in a bowl for me?"

While I opened then dipped into the French Vanilla container, Robbi had returned back to her room. I figured she had to go potty or something. Then, my cell phone buzzed (I always keep it on "vibrate" mode) as I left it on the kitchen counter earlier that evening. It was Robbi.

I looked at my phone and read the text, "Can u pls cum to my room with the ice cream?"

Without even responding to her text, I scampered toward her room with two big bowls of French Vanilla ice cream. Robbi's bedroom door was partially open. I knocked just to be polite. "C'mon in. It's open," she whispered.

I entered the room. Her bedroom lights were off, but she had lit candles making her room glow with romantic excitement. I went past a small wall to where I could see Robbi Jo lying there on her bed surrounded by black satin sheets with white satin pillow cases, awaiting my arrival in her sexy white silk attire. "C'mon, I want my ice cream now."

I approached her bed with the two bowls of ice cream -- one in each hand. Standing next to her bed, Robbi sat up immediately. Looking and poking at the ice cream, she said, "It's still pretty hard. We need to soften this ice cream up." I wasn't sure how long it would take for the ice cream to soften up, but I surely knew it didn't take my dick long to start hardening up. Robbi then reached over and unbuttoned my pants. I helped her along with the task of taking them off. She then grabbed the front of my boxer brief waist band and yanked it downward – exposing my slightly-stiff soldier.

Robbi Jo looked at my cock and said to it in a baby-talk voice as if it were a young child, "We need to warm you up so we can melt this ice cream." She grabbed my shirt and pulled me on to her bed, then made me lay on my back with my head against her second set of white satin pillows. Robbi took a bowl of ice cream from one of my hands and set it aside on her night stand, then grabbed the other bowl and began devouring it while kneeling between my thighs. She made sure the ice cream dripped from her lips and chin to excite me even more. Then, she poured a spoonful of melted cream over the cherry-red head of my now throbbing, fully-erect, cock. She put her bowl and spoon aside, and with her cold tongue and pink lips, Robbi leaned down and took my blood-red member in her mouth.

I could have cum right there, but I wanted more. I focused my mind on something else as this girl was taunting my toys to no end! Robbi teased the head at first. Her cold lips and tongue swirled and writhed around the tip of my swollen sword in porn-video fashion. She then took my cock deeper into her mouth where it was now much warmer. The sensation between cold and warm was enough to drive me crazy, but I maintained my focus on enjoying this as long as I could.

Robbi Jo gobbled up some more ice cream, then gobbled up my throbbing cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored this ironic, yet exquisite, pleasure. I was not only hard and ready, I was now hot, cold, sticky, and sweet all at the same time. Robbi continued to drench her mouth with ice cream while warming her lips with my rod's warm flesh. As if her tongue was a pole dancer, she began swallowing my shaft lower and lower, getting closer and closer to my nuts with each and every rotation. I felt she wanted to show what she could do, so I lifted myself up, turned her over on her back, put my knees above her shoulders, then pulled and pointed my stiff cock straight downward between her sticky ice-cream drenched lips. I reached up and grabbed the headboard, stretched my legs out over her body, and pulled my waist up to her head while balancing the rest of my body on my toes.

Robbi was now on her back with my cock in her mouth while I gyrated round and round and up and down. I didn't thrust too hard downward as I was not sure if she wanted or could take the whole thing. Robbi Jo then put her hands on my ass and pulled my waist toward her face, plunging my cock deep inside her throat. She choked a bit at first, but then relaxed her throat and tilted her head back -- creating a hot, tight, fleshy tunnel for my explosively firm bullet train. Robbi's mouth was small, and her throat squeezed my cock like I had penatrated a tight silk glove.

I looked down between my chest and her head and saw her throat swell up with my cock fully immersed inside her gorgeous mouth. My nuts were performing a ballet dance on her chin as I slowly rocked up and down into her warm, wet, tight, and hungry orifice. She swallowed my cock with unbelievable fervor. She pulled down on my ass harder and faster, as if she wanted my cock to pierce the back of her of neck. I reciprocated by sending my cock throat-diving for what was a dream come true for me. "Ooooohhhh, Robbi," I cried out as she somehow managed to stimulate the fleshy portion at the back of my corona.

I was getting ready to cum, and Robbi Jo knew it. Just when my balls began to tingle and lock into place at the base of my cock, Robbi pushed my waist up leaving just the head in her mouth. With the greatest suction a man could ever feel on the head of his cock, Robbi Jo created a vacuum all the way to my semen sack like she was trying to get the last bit of juice from a frozen popsicle tube. I could feel an intense orgasm starting with a tingling in my toes as this electrifying sensation worked its way up to my waist. My climactic storm was now hovering over Robbi Jo's oral oasis. Robbi sucked my pulsing head until her cheeks could no longer hold out. She gasped for a breath of air, then grabbed my ass once again -- forcing my lightning bolt to the tight virgin depths of her soft, fleshy, warm throat. Like a torrential cloudburst, my white rain seemed to come all the way from my toes, forcing the veins in my cock to expand to near-bursting girth. "Oh my God, Robbi, I'm cumming," I said as my entire body shook like I had just grabbed an electrical wire. Robbi let out an eager groan as she was not holding me back. She cocked her head back even more into her pillow as I buried my cock as deep into her throat as I could go. I erupted inside her mouth like a reverse volcano with an orgasm of pearl lava that seemed to last for several minutes. As if it were ice cream, Robbi swallowed every drop of my own French Vanilla. When my cock became too sensitive after my explosive and draining burst, and Robbi's lips were now sparkling with an outline of my molten cream, I rolled over on my back next to her -- fully satisfied and still tingling all over. Robbi then lifted herself up, kneeled between my thighs, and cleaned up my tongue-whipped tool with her cum-soaked mouth -- looking at me with her big beautiful brown eyes.

Before we fell asleep together on her bed for the night, Robbi said, "Looks like I primed two spray bottles today!" We laughed out loud, kissed goodnight, then went to dreamland to savor our recent memory together.