Of course," Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. "Um...would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn't running and my mom gave me a ride over here." John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a ride home. Rachel smiled at his surprised response. "I've been in your house long enough to know your taste in music. Of all the CD and records you have, I can't say that I've seen any opera in your selection at all."

H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov. Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for them and you." Rachel announced. Andrew noticed that she was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting Andrew's gaze. John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread. He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts. Andrew knew that he was turning red. He could feel it as it happened. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving the gravel country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of Samantha's car. He barely had time to break and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car onto a spot that was all gravel. The moment the front tire hit the gravel the car lost its traction. Rachel screamed when the car spun out. Andrew heard her cries but was focused on regaining control of the car. He only had two thoughts on his mind... stabilize the car, keep Rachel safe.Well Tommy couldn't take it anymore. He simply had to molest her. "Maybe she wants it?" he thought. Uh...that might not be a good idea," he said. "I don't want you driving home after drinking and I don't want your parents to think that we're...partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn't be drinking at all" John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel's house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say. He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips.

This is a tribute to the beauty of big breasts. Please send comments good or bad, thank you. Enjoy. AN: This is a revised version of Sethp's excellent story (highly recommend it if you have not read it) made with his blessing. I am actually working with him on a sequel to the original version of this story as well. Rachel leaned partially out of the doorway and gave her mother a thumbs up indicating that I had no problem giving her a ride home. I heard two honks from the car and I waved at her mother who looked all dolled up. I wave at her and watch her speed happily away. They were perfect angels, just like always," Rachel announced as she pulls the seatbelt across her massive chest. She actually hooks it under her left tit to push it up some more. Yes, of course, you can!" he exclaimed with a bit more enthusiasm than he intended. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him.The opera was every bit as boring as Andrew imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. Andrew had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

At last the show was over. "That was an excellent performance, don't you think?" his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. "Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to." Oh, Mr. Douglas, can you give me a ride home tonight, my mom has plans and won't be home until very late." How...really...you like the Foo Fighters?" he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands.Uh...good morning Rachel," John said, taking the coffee. "I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?"

No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That's yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren't late." I knew that," John lied. He had forgotten all about it. "Is she okay? I didn't think you were going down there though." Yes. That would be fine." John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house. Andrew knew that he had to figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn't ready to give up on his marriage yet. He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night.

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Rachel's heart felt like it had stopped and her skin was pale as the car spun. Her right hand was clutching the door while her right was holding Andrew's seat. The care spun out three times before Andrew managed to regain control. As soon as he had he hit the breaks and brought the car to a screeching halt. Andrew's heart was racing. Once they were stopped Rachel unfastened her seatbelt and was hugging Andrew. Andrew releases his seatbelt and Rachel allows it to retract. The two hug realizing they would probably be dead if they hit a tree while they spun out at the speed they were traveling at. Adrenaline was coursing through both occupants of the car. Rachel started to shiver as her adrenal levels started to return to normal. Of course not, Mr. Douglas," she said. "They love me and you know that I love them. Not once since I started sitting for them have they ever not listened to me." John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head. Yes. I'll be here at six p.m," She managed to meet his eyes. "Bye, Mr. Greene." She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife's benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him?