A Wife's Story 3 - Babysitters
George pulled up the hem of my dress and slid his hand into the waistband of my panties.
Little Emily was 18 months when this happened. We'd been using Kara to babysit for over a year and she was maturing into a lovely young lady late in her senior year of high school. Still, it came as a bit of a surprise when, as we left for a play, she asked, "Is it OK if I have a friend over after Emily goes to sleep. ... To, uh, work on homework together?" I looked over at Peter. "Male or female," I asked. "Well, it's my...