Babysitting the Baumgartners

Ronnie--or as Mrs. Baumgartner insists on calling her, Veronica--has been babysitting for the Baumgartners since she was fifteen years old and has practically become another member of the family. Now a college freshman, Ronnie jumps at the chance to work on her tan in the Florida Keys with "Doc" and "Mrs. B" under the pretense of babysitting the kids. Ronnie isn't the only one with ulterior motives, though, and she discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward plans for their young babysitter. This wicked hot sun and sand coming of age story will seduce you as quickly as the Baumgartners seduce innocent Ronnie and leave everyone yearning for more!-----------------Warnings: This title contains sand, sun, micro-bikinis, graphic language, lesbian sex, anal sex, sex toys, a m/f/f menage a trois between an older couple and their teen babysitter that may set your Kindle on fire (or your print pages if you haven't yet been Kindle-assimilated) and a coming-of-age fantasy that will rock your world.-----------------Warnings: This title contains sand, sun, micro-bikinis, graphic language, seriously erotic erotica, lesbian sex, anal sex, sex toys, a MFF menage a trois (threesome) between an older couple and their teen babysitter that may set your Kindle on fire (or your print pages if you haven't yet been Kindle-assimilated) and a coming-of-age fantasy that will rock your world.-----------------IF YOU LIKED BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS,you may want to have more fun with this family!A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena KittThe Baumgartners Plus One by Selena KittMeet the Baumgartners by Selena KittA Baumgartner Reunion by Selena KittBaumgartner Generations: Janie by Selena KittBaumgartner Generations: Henry by Selena KittLetters to the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt-----------------EXCERPT:"You know, watching the kids isn't all you're here for, Veronica." Mrs. Baumgartner turned her face to me after they went in, resting her cheek on her folded arms. "Doc and I were just talking last night about how much you've done for us over the years. The kids adore you. You're like part of the family."I flushed. "Thanks.""You deserve a good vacation." She smiled, her eyes creasing at the corners. I wondered how old she was. It was hard for me to judge how old people were—to me, they just seemed either old or young. Mrs. B wasn't really either. "It's the least we can do.""If I can get a tan, that will be reward enough." I grabbed the oil next to my towel and poured some into my hands. I worked more of it into my thighs and over my smooth, flat belly. I noticed her watching me. "Do you want some?""Sure." She took the bottle and sat up to squeeze a pool of glistening liquid into her palm, rubbing it over her shoulders and arms. I slipped my boy short bottoms aside, checking for a tan line. I actually had one, which was thrilling, although it wasn't as dark as I wanted it to be."You can take it off." Mrs. Baumgartner untied her black bikini top around the neck and I stared as she started to spread oil over her full, naked breasts.I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help it. Her skin was smooth and tawny—even there. Her nipples were brown, vastly different from my light pink ones."Wh—what?" I stammered. I was still staring. She smoothed oil over her belly, which was softer and a little more rounded than mine, working it under the strings of her bikini and down into the grooves of her thighs."Your top." She massaged oil into her thighs and calves. "You can take it off—so you won't have any tan lines."She lay on her back on the blanket, glancing over at me. I must have looked shocked. "No one can see, Veronica. It's a private beach—just us."