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When Connie Smith arrived at the Crawford house, the door was opened by a man she’d never seen before. He was middle-aged and very handsome, and he stared at her tits so long and hard that she blushed with embarrassment. The pretty teenager felt almost naked in front of him.
“I’m Connie, the babysitter,” she muttered shyly. “Mr. Crawford said to be here by eight thirty.”
He didn’t say a word. He just kept staring at the big beautiful tits swelling out the front of her T-shirt. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off them, and she glanced down in confusion. The cotton was stretched taut over the bulging mounds, and she knew her stubby nipples were visible through her sheer bra.
“Yes, come on in,” he said at last, stepping to one side. “I’m Ron, Mr. Crawford’s brother. I’m visiting here for a few days. He and Marge are still getting ready.”
He followed her down the hall, and Connie could feel his eyes on her the whole time, taking in her trim little ass and the cute wriggle of her perfectly rounded hips. The pretty blush on her face grew deeper as she sat on the couch in the living room and looked at him.
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