She was still in her housecoat looking in exasperation at the heap of clothes lying on the bed and looked at her watch for the third time in as many minutes.

"Okay," she said to herself. "This is stupid. Just go and put on your make-up and by the time you're finished, you'll have decided what to wear."

It sounded good, but she knew deep down that it wouldn't happen. She sighed and went downstairs for some cosmetics that she'd left in her clutch bag.

As she passed the front door, having retrieved her lipstick and mascara, the bell chimed and Sandra snapped the locks off and opened the door.

"Hi Mrs. Dunlop," Lisa said as she came through the door like a whirlwind and threw her bag onto the floor.

"Sorry I'm late," the girl continued, "But we were learning a new routine tonight and I was late leaving the school."

Lisa Summers was the Dunlop's babysitter and she used to be a neighbour. A couple of years ago, her family had moved across town so her father could be nearer his new job, but Sandra and Richard still called on her whenever they went out. Earlier this year, Lisa had made it onto the cheerleader team and Sandra couldn't help but admire the 15-year-olds firm body, as she stood before her in her white top and red mini skirt. Not for the first time, her eyes undressed the young girl and she could feel her freshly washed sex tingle at the image her brain was projecting.

"I didn't have time to change," Lisa explained when she saw Sandra's eyes on her body, "But I've got a change of clothes in my bag."

"That's okay Lisa," Sandra replied, giving herself a mental shake. "My husbands in the TV room. Make yourself at home while I finish dressing."

"Okay Mrs. Dunlop. Thank you." Lisa said coyly as she turned and went towards the TV room.

"What a lovely girl," Sandra thought as she went back up the stairs. "So well mannered and so nice."

If she had seen her when she entered the TV room however, she would have quickly changed her opinion of the teenager.

Richard was sitting on the sofa, with his back to the door as he watched the television. He didn't hear Lisa enter the room but suddenly felt her firm tits press into the back of his neck as she bent over the back of the sofa and whispered, "Hi Richard," into his ear.

Before he could respond, her fingers slid under his nose and he could smell the scent of aroused cunt.

"Jesus!" he said quietly, as he jerked his head to look over his shoulder to make sure that his wife wasn't about.

"Relax Richard," Lisa said with a giggle. "She's upstairs. We're all alone." ......(cont)