Podcasts about Babysitting

If running a group practice feels like herding highly educated cats, this episode is going to feel like someone finally put words to what you've been living. I'm joined by Amanda Esquivel, a Texas group practice owner who's scaled to 50 clinicians across seven locations—and she's breaking down why most “staff problems” aren't actually staff problems. They're leadership-role problems.Amanda names the four roles practice owners bounce between when growth accelerates: babysitter/manager, bottleneck, firefighter, and mentor-leader. And she's honest about where she's had to course-correct—because when everything runs through you, you don't just get busy. You get stuck. Your team gets stuck too.We also talk about what employees are really reacting to when they complain about low pay, lack of tools, unrealistic expectations, and “promises” that don't materialize. Amanda shares the transparency practices she uses to educate rather than defend—like showing where the money actually goes, tracking attendance metrics without shaming, and building a training hub so clinicians aren't reinventing the wheel. The throughline is simple: your job isn't to be everyone's emergency contact. Your job is to build people and systems.If you've been living in manager mode, exhausted, resentful, and constantly “on,” this conversation will help you shift back into leadership that develops your staff instead of babysitting them.In this episode, you'll learn:The four roles group practice owners cycle through—babysitter/manager, bottleneck, firefighter, and mentor-leader—and how to identify which one is running your practice right now.How to shift out of constant firefighting and bottlenecking by building systems, metrics, and delegation structures that develop staff instead of controlling them.What staff complaints about pay, tools, expectations, and follow-through are really communicating—and how transparency and education reduce resentment and turnover.Practical leadership tools that support retention and accountability, including structured one-on-ones, attendance and caseload metrics, shared training hubs, and role clarity.If you're ready to move out of manager mode and into grounded, sustainable leadership, start by grabbing the bonus resources that support this kind of systems-based growth. If you're still clarifying how your practice should be structured, the free practice guide will help you name what needs attention next. For supervisors and practice owners who want clearer expectations and less daily friction, the Supervisor Checklist gives you a concrete place to begin. And if you want ongoing CE credit, leadership support, and real-world training you can actually apply, the Step It Up Membership is where this work deepens over time. Get your step by step guide to private practice. Because you are too important to lose to not knowing the rules, going broke, burning out, and giving up. #counselorsdontquit.

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Babysitting Perks A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client's house. Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. It wasn't terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don't mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn't bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver's license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner's license. It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered. "Hello?" "My name is George Riley. I'm looking for Anna Marchand," replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn't too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed. "You've reached her," I said. "Oh; hi, Anna.  I'm a friend of the Anderson's, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I've got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn't available. I was wondering if you'd be available to watch my son." I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn't hear the water splash. "I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help." "I really could," he said. "I'm afraid I can't offer you more than your regular rate or anything;” "It's fine," I interrupted. "I don't mind, sir, really. I'd love to babysit for your son." "Thank you so much," he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. "His name is Kyle, and he's three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." "Not a problem," I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me. Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley's, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn't want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else's kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn't have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway. I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep. I didn't know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson's were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn't have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn't mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I'd lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over. My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2'' and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. "Mr. Riley?" I asked. "Yeah, you must be Anna?" I smiled. "Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid's show in the next room. "Sorry about the mess," Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. "I haven't had time to clean anything up." "It's fine," I said, smiling. "No, it's embarrassing." He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy. "This is Kyle," he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father's, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly. "Hi Kyle," I said. "I'm Anna. I'm going to be here with you tonight." "Say hi, Kyle," Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy. "Hi," Kyle said quietly. Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room. "I've got to finish getting ready for my meetings," he said. "If you wouldn't mind watching Kyle?" "Of course," I replied, "that's what I'm here for." I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. "Wanna play?" he asked softly. By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go. He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn't exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It's surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home. After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn't take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open. I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. "Did I wake you up?" he asked. I yawned. "I guess so," I answered, laughing. "I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. "Did Kyle wear you out?" I smiled at him. "Well, it's my fault, really." I blushed. "I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I'm sorry." "Oh, that's fine," Mr. Riley said. "It's rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay." He frowned for a moment. "Why did you feel bad for him?" I bit my lip nervously. "Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;” Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand." I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. "I'm a mess, I know," he sighed, sitting on the couch. "It's been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to balance him and my job." I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. "Sorry," he said. "It's okay," I answered. "Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit." He smiled at me again. "I'll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn't have to do that." I smiled back. "It wasn't a problem." "Well, thanks. It really helped." I picked up my bag. "Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?" "Yeah, go right ahead. It's in the kitchen." He leaned back against the couch as I walked away. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom's cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings. "I'm ready to come home now," I said. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry!" she answered. "Haven't you looked outside? It's a blizzard out there." I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. "I fell asleep, I hadn't noticed." "That explains why you didn't answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won't start in this weather and it's snowed in the driveway." "It's fine, Mom, I'll call a cab," I told her. "Okay, well let me know when it picks you up." I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch. "Do you have a phone book?" I asked. "My mom's car won't start, I need to call a taxi." "Of course," he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed. The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. "Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company," said a woman's voice. "Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator." I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. "The cab company shut down," I told him. He nodded. "I thought they might have. The roads are awful." He thought for a moment. "If it's alright with you, you're welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I'd drive you but I don't want to wake Kyle." I considered it for a moment. "It really seems like the only option," I said quietly. "If you don't mind, of course." He smiled at me. "Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it's the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I'll go get the guest room ready." I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley's. "Well, alright," she said, thought slightly reluctantly. "Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow." I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn't tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. "Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle's. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it. "There's fresh sheets and everything in there," he whispered. "But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to wear." "That's fine," I replied quietly. "I can just sleep in this." He blushed. "Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven't cleared them out of our room yet. If you'd like you can grab something of hers." I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as "our room," as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn't be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. He turned around and smiled apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit. I laughed softly. "It's fine." He motioned to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I'll grab you a toothbrush." With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom. I opened the closet door. It was all woman's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn't help but laugh a bit when I saw it. There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn't even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do. "Mommy?" I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle's head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him. "No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?" I asked softly. His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite. "Shouldn't you be in bed, buddy?" he asked. "Want Mommy!" Kyle shouted, then began to wail. Mr. Riley glanced at me. "Go ahead and change in there," he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. "He doesn't usually take long for me to calm down, but I'll need to take him to the washroom." I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men's toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set. I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley's pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn't do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing. "Anna?" I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. "You found something, then?" I blushed. "Umm; sort of." He looked at me, confused. "I found something, but I didn't realize; well, it's just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?" He nodded quickly. "I didn't think of that," he admitted, but then shrugged. "It's just for sleeping, though, it shouldn't matter." I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn't think the same thing after he saw his wife's clothes on me, but I shrugged. "I guess you're right," I said, turning and opening the door. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley's mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits. Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit. "So, it's not too small then?" I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. "No; it's fine;” I couldn't help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. "Your toothbrush?" he offered, still not looking at me. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly. "Thanks," I said softly. "Is Kyle okay?" He nodded. "Just misses his mom sometimes," he said, still staring at the floor. "He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time." I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Riley's gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits. "You can touch if you want," I whispered. I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling. He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Riley. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders. "This is wrong;” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants. I grinned at him again. "It's okay if I want to, too," I whispered. "You're the babysitter. You; I just met you;” "We both want it;” "You're so young;” he continued, nearly pulling back. I laughed. "You seem to be enjoying it so far," I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him. He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my tits. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip. "I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door," he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my tits. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. "I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home." I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my tit and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me. Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. "Fuck," he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body. His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my tit, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other tit and pinching that nipple, too. I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My tits bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Riley inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my tits. "Everything okay?" I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My tits seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Riley seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my tits. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other tit with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my tit, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts. It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn't enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock. He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them. I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my tits and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Kyle was born." I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. "My wife;” he started to say. I kissed him quickly and giggled again. "You don't need to explain," I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again. "So good;” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my tits and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off. He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn't say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. "My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips." He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. "You have such a hot body." He reached up and cupped one of my tits as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. "Big, firm tits." He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. "Nice, round ass." He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. "Sweet, tight pussy." He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me. He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn't keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me. "Muh, Mr. Riley?" I panted a few moments later. "I'm gonna; oh God gonna cum;” He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn't sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Riley still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn't help but laugh. "My wife hated that," he said. "What was wrong with her?" I gasped. He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips. "You're so fucking young," he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my tits. "This is so wrong." I laughed. "I don't see you complaining." "I'm not," he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. "Just can't believe how hot this is." "Can't believe you're fucking a young little high school babysitter?" I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed. "I'd ask you to suck it," he said, "but I want to fuck you. I can't wait any longer." He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn't had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I'd been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Riley's. I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Riley reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. "Fuck;” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My tits started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach. "Get on your hands and knees," he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something; I didn't know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole. "Mr. Riley?" I asked nervously. He pressed a soft kiss on my back. "It'll be okay," he whispered. "Please, Anna. I love doing this and my wife never let me." He kissed me again, reassuringly. "It might hurt a little, I'm not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit." I hesitated at first. "Okay," I finally said. He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn't bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn't hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned. He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. "Fuck, Anna," he groaned, "this is; fucking amazing; you don't know how fucking good this is;” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass. He kept talking, though I couldn't really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like "so good" and "so tight" and "fuck, fuck, fuck." But I did understand when he cried out "Fuck, Anna, I'm gonna cum!" His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything. "I haven't cum like that in years," he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me. "So it was good?" I asked, giggling. He laughed. "Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking; wonderful." He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. "Just what I needed." I sighed contently. "I can't thank you enough for this, Anna. For everything." "I enjoyed it too, Mr. Riley," I replied. He laughed again. "You don't have to call me Mr. Riley," he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together. Based on a post by lily ann, for Literotica.

Babysitting Perks A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client's house. Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. It wasn't terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don't mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn't bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver's license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner's license. It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered. "Hello?" "My name is George Riley. I'm looking for Anna Marchand," replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn't too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed. "You've reached her," I said. "Oh; hi, Anna.  I'm a friend of the Anderson's, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I've got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn't available. I was wondering if you'd be available to watch my son." I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn't hear the water splash. "I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help." "I really could," he said. "I'm afraid I can't offer you more than your regular rate or anything;” "It's fine," I interrupted. "I don't mind, sir, really. I'd love to babysit for your son." "Thank you so much," he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. "His name is Kyle, and he's three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." "Not a problem," I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me. Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley's, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn't want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else's kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn't have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway. I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep. I didn't know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson's were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn't have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn't mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I'd lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over. My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2'' and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. "Mr. Riley?" I asked. "Yeah, you must be Anna?" I smiled. "Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid's show in the next room. "Sorry about the mess," Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. "I haven't had time to clean anything up." "It's fine," I said, smiling. "No, it's embarrassing." He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy. "This is Kyle," he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father's, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly. "Hi Kyle," I said. "I'm Anna. I'm going to be here with you tonight." "Say hi, Kyle," Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy. "Hi," Kyle said quietly. Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room. "I've got to finish getting ready for my meetings," he said. "If you wouldn't mind watching Kyle?" "Of course," I replied, "that's what I'm here for." I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. "Wanna play?" he asked softly. By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go. He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn't exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It's surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home. After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn't take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open. I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. "Did I wake you up?" he asked. I yawned. "I guess so," I answered, laughing. "I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. "Did Kyle wear you out?" I smiled at him. "Well, it's my fault, really." I blushed. "I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I'm sorry." "Oh, that's fine," Mr. Riley said. "It's rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay." He frowned for a moment. "Why did you feel bad for him?" I bit my lip nervously. "Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;” Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand." I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. "I'm a mess, I know," he sighed, sitting on the couch. "It's been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to balance him and my job." I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. "Sorry," he said. "It's okay," I answered. "Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit." He smiled at me again. "I'll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn't have to do that." I smiled back. "It wasn't a problem." "Well, thanks. It really helped." I picked up my bag. "Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?" "Yeah, go right ahead. It's in the kitchen." He leaned back against the couch as I walked away. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom's cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings. "I'm ready to come home now," I said. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry!" she answered. "Haven't you looked outside? It's a blizzard out there." I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. "I fell asleep, I hadn't noticed." "That explains why you didn't answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won't start in this weather and it's snowed in the driveway." "It's fine, Mom, I'll call a cab," I told her. "Okay, well let me know when it picks you up." I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch. "Do you have a phone book?" I asked. "My mom's car won't start, I need to call a taxi." "Of course," he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed. The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. "Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company," said a woman's voice. "Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator." I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. "The cab company shut down," I told him. He nodded. "I thought they might have. The roads are awful." He thought for a moment. "If it's alright with you, you're welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I'd drive you but I don't want to wake Kyle." I considered it for a moment. "It really seems like the only option," I said quietly. "If you don't mind, of course." He smiled at me. "Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it's the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I'll go get the guest room ready." I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley's. "Well, alright," she said, thought slightly reluctantly. "Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow." I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn't tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. "Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle's. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it. "There's fresh sheets and everything in there," he whispered. "But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to wear." "That's fine," I replied quietly. "I can just sleep in this." He blushed. "Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven't cleared them out of our room yet. If you'd like you can grab something of hers." I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as "our room," as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn't be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. He turned around and smiled apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit. I laughed softly. "It's fine." He motioned to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I'll grab you a toothbrush." With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom. I opened the closet door. It was all woman's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn't help but laugh a bit when I saw it. There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn't even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do. "Mommy?" I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle's head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him. "No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?" I asked softly. His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite. "Shouldn't you be in bed, buddy?" he asked. "Want Mommy!" Kyle shouted, then began to wail. Mr. Riley glanced at me. "Go ahead and change in there," he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. "He doesn't usually take long for me to calm down, but I'll need to take him to the washroom." I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men's toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set. I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley's pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn't do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing. "Anna?" I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. "You found something, then?" I blushed. "Umm; sort of." He looked at me, confused. "I found something, but I didn't realize; well, it's just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?" He nodded quickly. "I didn't think of that," he admitted, but then shrugged. "It's just for sleeping, though, it shouldn't matter." I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn't think the same thing after he saw his wife's clothes on me, but I shrugged. "I guess you're right," I said, turning and opening the door. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley's mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits. Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit. "So, it's not too small then?" I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. "No; it's fine;” I couldn't help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. "Your toothbrush?" he offered, still not looking at me. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly. "Thanks," I said softly. "Is Kyle okay?" He nodded. "Just misses his mom sometimes," he said, still staring at the floor. "He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time." I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Riley's gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits. "You can touch if you want," I whispered. I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling. He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Riley. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders. "This is wrong;” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants. I grinned at him again. "It's okay if I want to, too," I whispered. "You're the babysitter. You; I just met you;” "We both want it;” "You're so young;” he continued, nearly pulling back. I laughed. "You seem to be enjoying it so far," I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him. He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my tits. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip. "I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door," he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my tits. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. "I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home." I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my tit and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me. Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. "Fuck," he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body. His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my tit, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other tit and pinching that nipple, too. I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My tits bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Riley inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my tits. "Everything okay?" I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My tits seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Riley seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my tits. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other tit with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my tit, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts. It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn't enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock. He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them. I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my tits and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Kyle was born." I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. "My wife;” he started to say. I kissed him quickly and giggled again. "You don't need to explain," I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again. "So good;” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my tits and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off. He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn't say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. "My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips." He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. "You have such a hot body." He reached up and cupped one of my tits as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. "Big, firm tits." He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. "Nice, round ass." He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. "Sweet, tight pussy." He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me. He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn't keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me. "Muh, Mr. Riley?" I panted a few moments later. "I'm gonna; oh God gonna cum;” He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn't sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Riley still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn't help but laugh. "My wife hated that," he said. "What was wrong with her?" I gasped. He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips. "You're so fucking young," he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my tits. "This is so wrong." I laughed. "I don't see you complaining." "I'm not," he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. "Just can't believe how hot this is." "Can't believe you're fucking a young little high school babysitter?" I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed. "I'd ask you to suck it," he said, "but I want to fuck you. I can't wait any longer." He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn't had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I'd been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Riley's. I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Riley reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. "Fuck;” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My tits started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach. "Get on your hands and knees," he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something; I didn't know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole. "Mr. Riley?" I asked nervously. He pressed a soft kiss on my back. "It'll be okay," he whispered. "Please, Anna. I love doing this and my wife never let me." He kissed me again, reassuringly. "It might hurt a little, I'm not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit." I hesitated at first. "Okay," I finally said. He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn't bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn't hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned. He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. "Fuck, Anna," he groaned, "this is; fucking amazing; you don't know how fucking good this is;” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass. He kept talking, though I couldn't really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like "so good" and "so tight" and "fuck, fuck, fuck." But I did understand when he cried out "Fuck, Anna, I'm gonna cum!" His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything. "I haven't cum like that in years," he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me. "So it was good?" I asked, giggling. He laughed. "Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking; wonderful." He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. "Just what I needed." I sighed contently. "I can't thank you enough for this, Anna. For everything." "I enjoyed it too, Mr. Riley," I replied. He laughed again. "You don't have to call me Mr. Riley," he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together. Based on a post by lily ann, for Literotica.

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Relationship Stories - OP supported her daughter after she became a young mom, but the weekly demands for free babysitting never stopped. When OP finally said she wanted to be paid like the sitter, everything exploded.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/lost-genre-reddit-stories--5779056/support.

We welcome our friend Kyle back for another DWAM escapade when we eat mac and cheese, Spaghetti O's with meatballs, a Crunch bar, and Haagen Dazs ice cream before we discuss Adventures in Babysitting (1987).  This nostalgic tour of the madness of eighties movie magic gives us a first look at some stars-to-be while the kids teach us how to survive the dangers of the big city. Kyle's picks always take us on a journey and this film is one of the best road-trips we've been on.

A special Asked and Answered By Soul. Listen to one of Jennifer's favorite people, Danielle Weil, and her new podcast - Market Like a Parent (& Parent Like a Marketer). Nightlights & Pattern Interrupts: The Battle of Routine vs. Resilience (And How to Use Both) My best parenting advice: “Have a routine, and routinely break that routine.”  In this episode, we explore the power of routines and the importance of breaking them. What does creating routine and building resilience have to do with marketing? And how can building resilience in our kids (and our clients) help set them up for success?   You'll Hear: The surprising link between setting boundaries and increasing sales Danielle's best parenting advice Real-life stories: Babysitting mishaps, traveling with kids, and the Israeli approach to children in public spaces The benefits of routines for stability and the value of breaking them for creativity and resilience How changing environments can spark new ideas in business and life Applying the routine/flexibility balance to marketing: When to stick to the plan and when to innovate Practical tips for business owners: Training your audience, introducing novelty, and keeping your brand fresh The importance of knowing your non-negotiables and when to shake things up What's your approach to routines and flexibility? Share your thoughts! About Danielle Danielle Weil is a copy & marketing strategist and the creator of LaunchFlow® who helps expert business owners build a fun, profitable, sustainable launch engine. Since 2006 she's written dozens of 6 and 7-figure launches, generated over $170M++ in sales for clients, and mentored business owners to break their own sales records while launching in a way that creates flow and momentum. The Asked and Answered by Soul podcast is dedicated to helping you understand that your Soul is the answer. To learn more about your soul's answers and purpose, access your free guide at www.themythsofpurpose.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Valenti and Rico began the third hour with "Who Said It?" with TJ Lang, who stuck around for one more segment. Then, they discussed the Notre Dame CFP news before Mike sought some advice on how to babysit his niece and nephew tonight.

Robin outsmarts Orochi's ninja guards, slipping back into the banquet to keep gathering intel while the drunk Shogun spirals into conspiracy rants. Toko's laughter sets him off, Komurasaki slaps him, and Kyoshiro shockingly cuts her down. Meanwhile, Kiku and the kids discover amnesiac Big Mom and Brook gleefully haunts the Oniwabanshu outside.⁠⁠PandaSightings.com⁠⁠⁠ Audio Engineer -  ⁠⁠⁠⁠ @mixed.by.neal⁠⁠⁠⁠Production Assistant - @TRGabrielGFExecutive Producer - @PabloShoeSome people don't eat soup~

Hello Christmenteers....Yes were really in the Christmas spirit this year, trying to post all the Christmas shows we have done from the past.We are up to our 6th show, with a few more to post very soon...Well let's get into show number # 6....Intro: Jingle Bells-The Ventures1. Christmas Is My Time Of Year-The Christmas Spirit2. What Child Is This-The Fab 43. Christmas Party-The Monkees4. A Surfers Christmas List-The Safaris5. A Christmas To Remember-Amy Grant6. Rockin' Round The Christmas tree-The Partridge Family7. Christmas carol-Barry McLoughlin 8. Snow White Rock Christmas-The Vibra Corp.9. 3 Wishes-The Harptones10. Who's That Knocking-Genesis11. Please Come Home for Christmas-Charles brown12. It May Be Winter Outside-Felice Taylor13. The Man With All The Toys-Brian Wilson14. White Christmas-Baby Washington15. I'll Be Home For Christmas-Linda Ronstadt 16. Christmastime-Bryan Adams17. Make someone Happy-Seal18. Oil In My Lamp-The Ska Kings19. Christmastime Is Here Again-Ringo Starr20. Bring My baby back-Chicago21. A Christmas carol-Tom Leher22. God Rest Ye Gentlemen-The Fab 423. Winter Wonderland-The Blue Notes24. Joy To The world-Aretha Franklin25. Tit For Tat-James brown26. Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree-Bill Haley27. Merry Twistmass-The Marcels  28. Christmas In The Carrabin-Jimmy Buffett29. Tropical Christmas-Santa & The Mighty Elves 30. Spirit Of Christmas-The Waltons31. Babysitting' Santa-Barry Richards32. Heavenly Father-The Quintones33. Nothing For Christmas-Stan Freiberg34. Jingle Bells-The Fab 4Outro: Rambunctious-Joey Dee 

Auf Rübes Islandpferdehof lernen Ronja und Elif reiten. Das Geld dafür verdienen sie selbst mit Babysitting. Reitlehrer Rübe erwartet den Tierarzt. Aber dann kommt ein Mann mit Werkzeugkasten und Bohrmaschine...

Auf Rübes Islandpferdehof lernen Ronja und Elif reiten. Das Geld dafür verdienen sie selbst mit Babysitting. Ein Kind, das auch zum Reiten kommt, hat Geburtstag und wünscht sich, dass die Kinder Pferde bemalen dürfen...

This week's challenge: A live-action Disney movie that was later remade! Josh defaulted to Joe's basket pick of the original Adventures in Babysitting, so returning guest Natalie Sosnay joins in to share her nostalgia. Nobody leaves this episode without singing the blues! Find us on Instagram @videodropboxpodcastJosh: @queerbaitmixtapeJoe: @something_of_borisTheme music by Jason Mitchell: @jasonlynnmitchell

Auf Rübes Islandpferdehof lernen Ronja und Elif reiten. Das Geld dafür verdienen sie selbst mit Babysitting. Die vierjährige Matilda soll eigentlich zur zuschauen, wie Elif und Ronja reiten. Aber dann will sie auch mal aufs Pferd.

Do you ever feel like you have to constantly babysit your team instead of focusing on your own job? It's like you can't take your eyes off them, so you always find yourself in their work and in their decisions, double-checking everything.If that's your case, then this episode is for nonprofit leaders like yourself. I'm bringing five lessons from past clients and past podcast episodes to help you build high-performance nonprofit people managers.This way, you'll get to finally operate as the leader and executive you are, and not the babysitter you've been forced to be.▶️ Build Teams that Don't Need Babysitting ▶️ Key Points:0:01:20 What teams that need babysitting look like0:04:14 Building trust0:05:09 Providing clarity0:05:55 Building skills0:06:59 Developing your leaders0:08:08 Using coaching techniquesResources from this episode: If you want my support  in building teams that are aligned, efficient, and consistent, fill out this form so we can work together on your organization.Join the Nonprofit Learning and Development Collective: https://www.skillmastersmarket.com/nonprofit-learning-and-development-collectiveWas this episode helpful? If you're listening on Apple Podcasts or Spotify, follow and leave a review!

If your workflows act like needy toddlers—constantly breaking, needing approvals, or demanding supervision—you're not alone. Over the last few weeks I've heard the same frustrations on repeat: “I don't trust my workflows unless I'm watching them,” and “I've tweaked things so much I think I broke something.”In this episode, I'm breaking down why so many creatives end up with workflows stuck in the toddler stage… and how to finally build systems that run like grownups.I'm also sharing why this launch of CRM Blueprint includes two powerful bonuses inspired by my Systems in Session clients: a 21-day January Support Sprint and a full workflow + communication audit for everyone on the waitlist who joins now. Plus, a $200 savings through Thursday.If you're tired of babysitting your CRM, now's the time to build systems you can trust.https://coliejames.com/waitlist

Every parent needs a break, and babysitters can be a great benefit to you and your family. But how do you find the best sitter possible? How much do they typically cost? And what do babysitters wish parents knew in advance to help ease any concerns?  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a textWow, guys... In this episode, the drinks are chugging, the tempers are flaring, and there's BABYSITTING? Good lord. 

Dax and Monica talk to Armcherries! In today's episode, Armcherries tell us about a bad babysitting experience.Follow Armchair Expert on the Wondery App or wherever you get your podcasts. Watch new content on YouTube or listen to Armchair Expert early and ad-free by joining Wondery+ in the Wondery App, Apple Podcasts, or Spotify. Start your free trial by visiting wondery.com/links/armchair-expert-with-dax-shepard/ now.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In a recent edition of the Kids Today online newsletter, correspondent Anna North asked, “What do we lose when teens don't babysit?” In her article, North tells us how the teenage baby-sitting culture has changed over the years, with fewer and fewer teens actually baby-sitting, and fewer and fewer parents hiring teen baby-sitters. With a smaller amount of teens engaging in this once widespread rite of passage, North argues that kids are missing out on a formative experience that can build a teenager's confidence level as they learn to exercise responsibility. Kids who babysit others are given the opportunity to learn social skills, they learn to deal with problems, and they develop in their critical-thinking abilities. In a day-and-age when kids are tethered to their phones, and phones are even used as baby-sitters, why not encourage your kids to take a baby-sitting course and take on the baby-sitting responsibility. This is one more way to nurture our kids into a healthy adulthood. 

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Welcome to Ask Paul Tripp, a weekly podcast from Paul Tripp Ministries where pastor and best-selling author Dr. Paul David Tripp answers your questions, connecting the transforming power of Jesus Christ to everyday life.This week, Paul responds to a listener seeking wisdom on maintaining regular date nights in marriage and how to handle childcare when neither set of parents shares their faith.If you have a question you'd like to ask Paul, you can email ask@paultripp.com or submit it online at PaulTripp.com/AskPartner with Paul Tripp Ministries:PaulTripp.com/Give

Host Dave is joined by Liz and Jade Gotauco to learn about F*cked Up Fairy Tales, Liz's debut book based on her wildly popular TikTok series by the same name and illustrated by Jade. They also get into their respective efforts using their art to shine a light on neglected stories, Jade's work as a scrimshander, and gentle television competition shows. In the Last Chapter they discuss: what's a favorite book from your childhood that didn't stand the test of time? Overdueing It is a project funded by the Rhode Island Office of Library and Information Services and is produced by library staff around the Ocean State. We are proud to be a resident partner of the Rhode Island Center for the Book. The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed are the speakers' own and do not represent those of the Overdueing It podcast, its sponsor organizations, or any participants' place of employment. The content of Overdueing It episodes are the property of the individual creators, with permission for Overdueing It to share the content on their podcast feed in perpetuity. Any of the content from the Overdueing It podcast can not be reproduced without express written permission. Our logo was designed by Sarah Bouvier and our theme music is by Neura-Flow. Books F*cked Up Fairy Tales by Liz Gotauco, illustrated by Jade Gotauco The Inquisitor's Tale by Adam Gidwitz Road to Little Dribbling by Bill Bryson When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill Serafina by Rachel Hartman Damsel by Elana K. Arnold Tales From Beyond the Rainbow by Pete Jordi Wood  Lilith's Cave by Howard Schwartz The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper The Winter Prince by Elizabeth Wein Media Grimm, Grimmer, Grimmest (podcast) Lost (2004-2010) A Man On the Inside (2024- ) Platonic (2023- ) The Great British Baking Show (2010- ) Josh Gondelman: Positive Reinforcement (YouTube)   You Are Good (podcast) Wayne's World (1992) Blues Brothers (1980) Adventures in Babysitting (1987) Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) Other Cosbrarian (Liz Gotauco) Gotauco Scrimshaw

Host Dave is joined by Liz and Jade Gotauco to learn about F*cked Up Fairy Tales, Liz's debut book based on her wildly popular TikTok series by the same name and illustrated by Jade. They also get into their respective efforts using their art to shine a light on neglected stories, Jade's work as a scrimshander, and gentle television competition shows. In the Last Chapter they discuss: what's a favorite book from your childhood that didn't stand the test of time? Overdueing It is a project funded by the Rhode Island Office of Library and Information Services and is produced by library staff around the Ocean State. We are proud to be a resident partner of the Rhode Island Center for the Book. The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed are the speakers' own and do not represent those of the Overdueing It podcast, its sponsor organizations, or any participants' place of employment. The content of Overdueing It episodes are the property of the individual creators, with permission for Overdueing It to share the content on their podcast feed in perpetuity. Any of the content from the Overdueing It podcast can not be reproduced without express written permission. Our logo was designed by Sarah Bouvier and our theme music is by Neura-Flow. Books F*cked Up Fairy Tales by Liz Gotauco, illustrated by Jade Gotauco The Inquisitor's Tale by Adam Gidwitz Road to Little Dribbling by Bill Bryson When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill Serafina by Rachel Hartman Damsel by Elana K. Arnold Tales From Beyond the Rainbow by Pete Jordi Wood  Lilith's Cave by Howard Schwartz The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper The Winter Prince by Elizabeth Wein Media Grimm, Grimmer, Grimmest (podcast) Lost (2004-2010) A Man On the Inside (2024- ) Platonic (2023- ) The Great British Baking Show (2010- ) Josh Gondelman: Positive Reinforcement (YouTube)   You Are Good (podcast) Wayne's World (1992) Blues Brothers (1980) Adventures in Babysitting (1987) Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) Other Cosbrarian (Liz Gotauco) Gotauco Scrimshaw

Comedy on a TuesdayFirst, a look at the events of the day.Then, My Favorite Husband starring Lucille Ball and Richard Denning, originally broadcast October 21, 1949, 76 years ago, Superstition.  Superstitious Liz tackles "Supercricket."Followed by The Milton Berle Show, originally broadcast October 21, 1947, 78 years ago, A Salute to Good Health.   Milton visits the doctor, but is cured of the hiccups by his neighbor. Then, The Aldrich Family starring Ezra Stone, originally broadcast October 21, 1948, 77 years ago, Baby Sitting or Movies?  Henry tries to make a date with Kathleen, but instead he's been committed to be a babysitter.  Followed by The Charlie McCarthy Show with Edgar Bergen, originally broadcast October 21, 1945, 80 years ago, with guest Fred Allen.   Charlie has started an oyster farm; he's feeding them string so the pearls will come out already strung! "Weekend At Joe's Flophouse," a drama with guest Fred Allen. (Warning:  This episode has some continuity issues and jumps around a bit…sorry.)Finally, Claudia, originally broadcast October 21, 1947, 78 years ago, Return of the Wedding Presents.  David and Claudia are going out for dinner, and Mama is invited. The moving man returns...with the wedding presents.  Kathryn Bard and Paul Crabtree star.Thanks to Laurel for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamIf you like what we do here, visit our friend Jay at http://radio.macinmind.com for great old-time radio shows 24 hours a day

There is no freedom or feminism if it isn't for everybody -- so we are really excited to welcome two of our favorite dads to the podcast to talk about Christian parenting: our husbands! Join us for a tender and truthful conversation about why fatherhood is a vocation, a joy, and *not* babysitting your own kids. +++Like what you hear? We are an entirely crowd-sourced, you-funded project. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/AndAlsoWithYouPodcastThere's all kinds of perks including un-aired live episodes, Zoom retreats, and mailbag episodes for our Patreons!+++Our Website: https://andalsowithyoupod.comOur Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/andalsowithyoupodcast/++++MERCH: https://www.bonfire.com/store/and-also-with-you-the-podcast/++++More about Father Lizzie:BOOK: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/762683/god-didnt-make-us-to-hate-us-by-rev-lizzie-mcmanus-dail/RevLizzie.comhttps://www.instagram.com/rev.lizzie/https://www.tiktok.com/@rev.lizzieJubilee Episcopal Church in Austin, TX - JubileeATX.org ++++More about Mother Laura:https://www.instagram.com/laura.peaches/https://www.tiktok.com/@mother_peachesSt. Paul's Episcopal Church in Pittsburgh, PA++++Theme music:"On Our Own Again" by Blue Dot Sessions (www.sessions.blue).New episodes drop Mondays at 7am EST/6am CST! 

Have you ever wondered what happens to professional athletes after their sports career comes to an end?My guest today, Michael Brown is going to pull back the curtain on that and SO many other insights for us as he shares his Personal Strides from professional athlete to philanthropy, and now as the Associate Athletics Director for Advancement at William and Mary College. Jump into this conversation as it covers topics like:collegiate and professional sportsa time to grindlosing your identityrebounding from rock bottomservice before selfmaking a ripple effectdefining wealthseasons of light and darkrefusing to give upTo connect with Michael, reach out via:TribeAthletics.com  @TribeAthletics  cmbrown04@wm.edu~Want to learn more about Stacy as a Speaker & Coach?Through the Woods Consulting online: WelcomeFollow Stacy on Linked InAchieve your biggest goals! Learn more about Elite Strides Immersive Coaching Stacy's Book: Helping you with the daily habits of Owning Your Journey to find fulfillment. Grab it Here!Thanks for tuning in today. As you might have guessed, I'm passionate about building unbridled success without all the stress. If you are ready to embrace your journey, then join me on Sunday mornings for a moment of focused peace leading into the week ahead: Grab your FREE copy of Sunday Serenity here: Sunday Serenity~Thank you to our sponsor of this week's show: Greenlight for Kids:This is the card that my husband and I use to teach our kids how to have success with money! It's a money app and debit card for kids and teens that let's me send our kids money instantly, assign chores, define financial success, and teach them to earn, save, and invest!  The also have an easy "send money" feature that is a QR code just like other money sharing apps... it's a great way for Grandparents or Babysitting clients to send money to our kids, and WE have the power to approve each transfer. https://share.greenlight.com/135367529

Connor's Scary Babysitting full 327 Tue, 14 Oct 2025 17:19:09 +0000 hbtc7JA1DZR1ikjIC063viC7nkrbkuyP comedy The Wake Up Call comedy Connor's Scary Babysitting The Wake Up Call is a morning radio show based in Sacramento, California, and heard weekday mornings on 106.5 the End. Gavin, Katie, and Intern Kevin wake up every morning to have FUN and be FUNNY, while you start your day. This show has unbelievable chemistry and will keep you laughing all morning! 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Comedy False https://player.amperwavepodcasting.com?feed-link=https%3A%2F%2Frss

Berly and LA tackle Supernatural Season 8, Episode 18: "Freaks and Geeks" - where teenage hunters and mysterious blue vans lead to one of the show's darkest twists.Chrissy Chambers (from "Adventures in Babysitting") returns, now part of a teenage hunting trio. After they decapitate a vampire, Sam and Dean investigate and discover surveillance footage clearly showing Chrissy at the crime scene. Dean aggressively shuts down the investigation, leaving both Sam and the delightful Louisiana-accented sheriff confused.The hosts spent considerable time debating why a vampire was running to a blue van - LA theorized he was just a "good friend" dropping his buddy off for a snack, while Berly suspected something shadier. The truth was far worse than either expected.Enter Victor Rogers, who's taken in three orphaned teenagers and trained them to be elite hunters. He runs a picture-perfect household in a gorgeous house (the hosts loved those stained glass windows), complete with homework reminders and organized routines. But something feels off about the soldier-like discipline.The dark revelation: Victor has been creating vampires specifically to murder the families of potential young hunters, then "rescuing" the orphaned kids to train them. He deliberately targeted each child and orchestrated their tragedies. The hosts were deeply disturbed by this predatory grooming disguised as mentorship.When exposed, Chrissy dramatically pulls a gun on Victor, clicks it three times (once for each family), then dumps the bullets on the floor. The hosts loved the teenage drama. Then Victor pulls an ankle gun and shoots himself in the head - the 70th blood splooge of the series. Both hosts were completely blindsided.Despite everything, Chrissy stays with Josephine and Aiden - they're her family now. Dean assigns Garth to check on them, which had the hosts yelling about why Sam and Dean can't do it themselves since they're literally in Kansas near the bunker. Poor Kevin is still stuck on that houseboat!The episode ends with hope that closing Hell's gates could give these kids (and maybe Sam) a chance at normal lives."If we shut that hellhole once and for all, those three can have a real life." "Maybe they won't be the only ones."Sources:https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Freaks_and_Geekshttps://www.buzzsprout.com/2076426/episodes/12786478-fresh-blood-3x7Send us your review!Support the showTHANK YOU FOR LISTENING!Please rate and review Denim-Wrapped Nightmares wherever you get your podcasts! Find social channels and more on our Linktree.

Al and Val return to Auradon for the close of the OG VK trilogy. What a bittersweet journey!Descendants 3 (August 2, 2019)IMDB WikipediaDirected by Kenny Ortega (started as a music video director, Newsies, Hocus Pocus, Cheetah Girls 2, HSM 2&3, Descendants 1-3)Written by Josann McGibbon & Sara Parriott (Runaway Bride, Descendents 1-5)Starring: Dove Cameron as Mal (Cloud 9, Descendants 1-3, Liv & Maddie, Dumplin, Schmigadoon, Big Nate, music videos)Cameron Boyce as Carlos (Grown Ups, Jessie, Gamer's Guide to Pretty Much Everything, Descendants 1-3, Mrs. Fletcher, Paradise City)Booboo Stewart as Jay (Twilight, Descendants 1-3, Good Trouble)Sofia Carson as Evie (Descendants 1-3, Adventures in Babysitting, Pretty Little Liars: Perfectionists)Mitchell Hope as Ben (Descendants 1-3)Melanie Paxson as Fairy Godmother (Happy Family, Notes from the Underbelly, Saving Mr. Banks, Descendants 1-5)Brenna D'Amico as Jane (Descendants 1-3)Zachary Gibson as Doug (Zapped, Descendants 1-3)Sarah Jeffery as Audrey (Descendants 1-3, Wayward Pines, Rogue, Shades of Blue, Charmed, LEGO Dreamzzzz)Jedidiah Goodacre as Chad Charming (Zapped, Descendants 1-4, The Originals, The Order, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Marry F*ck Kill, F*ck Marry Kill)Bobby Moynihan as the Voice of Dude (SNL, The Awesomes, Sisters, We Bare Bears, Duck Tales, Mr. Mayor, Nature Cat, Pubstruction)China Anne McClain as Uma (A.N.T. Farm, How to Build a Better Boy, Descendants-verse, Black Lightening, House of Payne)Thomas Doherty as Harry Hook (Descendents 2&3, The Lodge, Gossip Girls)Dylan Playfair as Gil (Some Assembly Required, The Mighty Ducks: Game Changers, Letterkenny)Anna Cathcart as Dizzy Tremaine (Descendents 2&3, Odd Squad, Mistletoe Murders, XO Kitty)Dan Payne as King Beast (character actor - Stargate SG-1, R.L. Stine's Haunting Hour, Descendants 1-3, Good Witch, Crank Yankers, Hallmark Christmas Movies)Keegan Connor Tracy as Queen Belle (character actor - Final Destination 2, 40 Days & 40 Nights, Once Upon a Time, Descendants 1-3, The Magicians)Jadah Marie as Celia (Mann and Wife, Julie and the PhantomsCheyenne Jackson as Hades (United 93, 30 Rock, American Horror Story, Call Me Kat)Synopsis: Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos, the children of notorious supervillains, must return order in Auradon after Audrey, who is jealous of Mal, steals Maleficent's sceptre and terrorises the locals.Next Movie: Zombies 2Creators & Guests Allie Ring - Host Val Agnew - Host ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Julie finally conquers her shyness and agrees to her first babysitting job.  Unfortunately, she has no idea what this job has in store for her.Send us a textSupport the showClick here to subscribe to the monthly bonus story episodes! True Hauntings4694 Cemetery Rd #376Hilliard, OH 43026 Parade of Nightmares by Cynthia Seer available on AmazonTrue Hauntings Instagram True Hauntings FaceBook GroupEmail - Cynthia@TrueHauntings.com Blog - True Hauntings Website True Hauntings YouTube

Marina Lopes, author of Please Yell at My Kids (GCP/Balance, 2025), talks about her story in The Atlantic suggesting American parents look at the way childcare works in Singapore where grandparents are frequently primary caregivers and get paid for the work.

Originally released: January, 2025Ever felt like you're "babysitting" your team instead of leading them? You're not alone. Many leaders hit a point of frustration, but that feeling is a signal—an opportunity for reflection and growth. In this episode, we explore why some leaders feel this way, what it says about their leadership approach, and, most importantly, how to shift from micromanaging to mentoring. Learn actionable steps to empower your team, foster accountability, and redefine your leadership mindset. Because great leadership isn't about control—it's about trust, coaching, and clarity.And connect with me for more great content! Sign Up for R@W Notes Subscribe on Youtube Follow on Linkedin Follow on Instagram Follow me on Threads Follow on TikTok Email me anytime

Most flippers stay stuck doing $25/hour work.Running to Home Depot. Babysitting contractors.But scaling to 500 flips requires $1,000/hour decisions.J. Scott has written 5 books, co-hosted the BiggerPockets Business Podcast, and built a flipping business most people only ever dream about.We're unpacking the current market landscape heading into 2026. Plus, the mindset that changed everything for him, how he prepares for downturns, and how you can protect your portfolio even if values fall 25%.No matter what the market does, if you don't have the right strategies or the right people, you're putting yourself at risk.That's why we asked J. Scott to speak at our upcoming 10th Anniversary Mastermind in Clearwater Beach, Florida on November 6th & 7th.He's breaking down exactly what's happening in the market right now and how to leverage it for bigger wins.This is the same kind of information that helped Bill Allen go from 2 deals a year to over 200.And it's what dozens of others in this community have used to scale faster.It's not just the sessions. It's the conversations in the hallways. The connections. The deals that only happen when you're in the room with people who've already figured it out.This is the fastest way to get the edge.CLICK HERE to Request Your InvitationCatch you later!LINKS & RESOURCES1,000 FREE Seller LeadsGet your first 1,000 seller leads FREE from our partner BatchLeads and start closing deals immediately. CLICK HERE: http://leads.getbatch.co/mztQkMr7 Figure Flipping UndergroundIf you want to learn how to make money flipping and wholesaling houses without risking your life savings or "working weekends" forever... this book is for YOU. It'll take you from "complete beginner" to closing your first deal or even your next 10 deals without the bumps and bruises most people pick up along the way. If you've never flipped a house before, you'll find step-by-step instructions on everything you need to know to get started. If you're already flipping or wholesaling houses, you'll find fast-track secrets that will cut years off your learning curve and let you streamline your operations, maximize profit, do MORE deals, and work LESS. CLICK HERE: https://hubs.ly/Q01ggDSh0 7 Figure RunwayFollow a proven 5-step formula to create consistent monthly income flipping and wholesaling houses, then turn your active income into passive cash flow and create a life of freedom. 7 Figure Runway is an intensive, nothing-held-back mentoring group for real estate investors who want to build a "scalable" business and start "stacking" assets to build long-term wealth. Get off-market deal sourcing strategies that work, plus 100% purchase and renovation financing through our built-in funding partners, a community of active investors who will support and encourage you, weekly accountability sessions to keep you on track, 1-on-1 coaching, and more. CLICK HERE: https://hubs.ly/Q01ggDLL0 Connect with us on Facebook and Instagram: @7figureflipping Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Brian wants to get revenge on her babysitter Alexandria for watching '50 Shades of Gray' with their kid in the other room! Follow us on socials! @themorningmess

Rev up that Camaro and make sure your shoulderpads are on straight as we peel into 1987's Adventures in Babysitting. How dare Disney censor the most famous line in this movie, and why is swearing verboten but racism and misogyny ok? Is Elizabeth Shue the ultimate teenage girl hero? And is young Vincent D'Onofrio even more of an Asgardian beefcake than Chris Hemsworth? We'll give you some answers as soon as we get back from the wilds of Chicago. 

Most business owners think they're delegating—when really, they're just babysitting. In this episode, I share how I broke free from the “check-in, fix-it, redo-it” trap, the power of hiring true “send-delete employees,” and the mindset shift that gives you real freedom as an owner. Send me a textDownload my FREE 8-Figure Playbook This playbook walks through the exact process I used to build from $0 in 2016 to $50M+/year today across multiple franchise brands Grab it here: https://brianbeers.kit.com/b79cf77012 Let's connect: Find me on X InstagramLinkedInYouTube

What if the story that makes you feel most ashamed… is the exact story you need to face?   This episode includes some words that platform may flag as problematic. We have muted them to prevent issues with the platform. These edits are purely for compliance and do not change the meaning or therapeutic purpose of the script.   In this episode of The OCD Whisperer Podcast, Kristina Orlova continues her conversation with clinical director Natalia Aiza in part three of the ERP (Exposure and Response Prevention) series. Together, they explore live exposures — the practice of confronting OCD fears in real time instead of avoiding them.   Natalia shares her journey of: • Facing intrusive fears head-on with live ERP • Learning to trust herself again after doubting her safety around loved ones • Why “breaking OCD's rules” is key to recovery • What it really feels like to sit in the discomfort and not perform compulsions   This episode also dives into: • Why ERP feels counterintuitive — but works • How OCD uses secrecy and avoidance to stay powerful • The role of courage and compassion in confronting fears • Why recovery means learning to live with uncertainty   Whether you're struggling with OCD yourself or supporting someone who is, this conversation offers insight, clarity, and hope to guide your recovery journey.  

“I bet you didn't think it was gonna turn out like this--February 4th, 2007 – it's a quiet Super Bowl Sunday in Abilene, Texas, where Charity Lee Bennett is working a busy shift at the local bar, but at around midnight, cops arrive at the bar, demanding to speak with Charity. Just hours earlier, a 911 dispatcher received a frantic call from her 13 year old son Paris, saying he just found his younger sister Ella, covered in blood – with the babysitter nowhere to be found. As Charity rushes back home to her kids, she has no idea that she will be thrown into the most unthinkable and disturbing betrayal: what really happened to Ella that night, and what does Paris have to do with it? Charity has written a book, "How Now, Butterfly?" which is a memoir about her personal grief & healing journey: https://www.amazon.ca/How-Now-Butterfly-Survival-Transformation/dp/1948239647Credits:Written, directed & edited by Matthew RiceResearched by Bianca Yzabelle TanVoiceover by William AkanaProduced by Alexandra Salois & Salim Sader-Sources:Getty ImagesThe Family I Had, Motto Pictures, 2017Inside Evil with Chris Cuomo: Murder in the Family, CNN, 2019Charity Lee Interview, Solminod, 2012

Cutting your budget doesn't have to mean cutting joy out of your life. With a bit of creativity and intention, you can save money while still enjoying what truly matters. Here's how to bring more purpose—and even fun—into your spending plan.Before diving into practical steps, begin with prayer. Ask God to help you cultivate contentment, because wise spending starts with a heart that trusts Him. As Paul reminds us in 1 Timothy 6:6, “But godliness with contentment is great gain.” Budgeting isn't just about numbers; it's about aligning your heart with gratitude for what God has already provided.1. Try a “Pantry Challenge” MonthCommit to eating what you already have in your fridge, freezer, and pantry for an entire month. You'll reduce grocery spending and uncover forgotten items—maybe even a few surprises. Free apps like SuperCook or Cooklist can help you find creative recipes using your existing ingredients, turning the challenge into a fun family adventure.2. Create a Family Fun FundEntertainment doesn't have to be expensive. Set a monthly cap for fun activities and get the whole family involved in choosing them. One week could be a hike and picnic at the park; another, a cozy movie night at home with popcorn and dollar-store candy. This approach teaches that joy isn't tied to a price tag.3. Swap Babysitting with Another FamilyChildcare can be costly, but community is a gift. Partner with another family you trust to take turns watching each other's kids. One week, you get a date night, the next they do—and no one spends a dime. You'll save money, build relationships, and create margin in your budget.4. Take On One Service YourselfPick one recurring expense and try handling it yourself for a season—such as washing the car, mowing the lawn, or grooming the dog. You may save more than you expect and even gain a new skill or appreciation for the task.5. Declare a Monthly “No-Spend” WeekendChoose one weekend a month to spend nothing beyond the essentials. Use the time to rest, reconnect, and enjoy free or low-cost activities, such as playing board games, going for a hike, or visiting the library. Turn it into a family challenge by deciding together how to use the extra savings for giving, saving, or a future treat.6. Practice the 30-Day RuleWhen tempted by a big purchase—like a gadget or appliance—write it down with the date and wait 30 days. If you still want it and it fits the budget after a month, you can move forward with confidence. More often than not, the urge will pass, and you'll keep your money where it belongs.None of these ideas is earth-shattering—and that's the beauty of them. Real transformation often comes from small, consistent decisions: choosing contentment over consumption, planning over impulse. Each intentional step strengthens your financial stewardship and, even more importantly, your trust in God.When your kids see you making wise choices, they learn the importance of being a good steward. When your spouse feels included, it builds unity. And when you invite God into your day-to-day financial decisions—even the small ones—you'll see His faithfulness in significant ways.A Tool to Help You Stay on Track: The FaithFi AppIf you're ready to take the next step in intentional budgeting, the FaithFi app is a great place to start. It helps you track spending, build margin, and grow in biblical wisdom—all in one place. Visit FaithFi.com and click “App” to get started.With a little creativity and a lot of intentionality, you can cut costs without cutting out what matters most.On Today's Program, Rob Answers Listener Questions:I'd like to understand the difference between prepaid cards and credit cards—the pros and cons of each. My primary concern is avoiding debt, so I'm trying to determine which prepaid card would be the best option for me.I recently received $20,000 and need advice on the best way to invest it. My goal is to strengthen my emergency savings while still making wise financial decisions.I'm 12 and get a $100 monthly allowance. I want to learn how to save and invest my money wisely.Resources Mentioned:Faithful Steward: FaithFi's New Quarterly Magazine (Become a FaithFi Partner)Buckner Shoes For Orphan SoulsBankrate.com | NerdWalletStashWisdom Over Wealth: 12 Lessons from Ecclesiastes on MoneyLook At The Sparrows: A 21-Day Devotional on Financial Fear and AnxietyRich Toward God: A Study on the Parable of the Rich FoolFind a Certified Kingdom Advisor (CKA) or Certified Christian Financial Counselor (CertCFC)FaithFi App Remember, you can call in to ask your questions most days at (800) 525-7000. Faith & Finance is also available on the Moody Radio Network and American Family Radio. Visit our website at FaithFi.com where you can join the FaithFi Community and give as we expand our outreach.

Use the promo code SUPERBAD for 10% off your T-shirt! https://dr-creepens-vault.creator-spring.com/listing/the-devil-is-in-the-detail Our opening case of the supernatural is ‘Ghost in the Keys' by M. D. Norton, read here under the conditions of the CC-BY-SA license.  https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Ghost_in_the_Keys  Our second case is 'I Know My House is Haunted' by Boe Whiskey, kindly shared with me via my subreddit for the express purpose of having me narrate it here for you all:  user/boewhiskey/  We continue today's vid with the case ‘I'm a Night Janitor for a Haunted Elementary School', an original story by f4c3m3l73r, kindly shared directly with me for the express purpose of having me exclusively narrate it here for you all.  user/f4c3m3l73r  Next up I offer you the case ‘My Friend's Dead Dad Haunts me', which is another original work, this time by Mordley, again kindly shared directly with me for the express purpose of having me exclusively narrate it here for you all.  user/mordley  Today's fifth terrifying tale of horror is the case ‘The 5th Rule of Babysitting', a fabulous original work by Santiagodelmar, kindly shared directly with me via my sub-reddit and narrated here for you all with the author's express permission.  user/Santiagodelmar/  Our penultimate case of the paranormal this evening is ‘The Haunting of Apartment 106' by Narrow Muscle 9572, again kindly shared directly with me via my sub-reddit and narrated here for you all with the author's express permission.  user/Narrow_Muscle9572/  r/DrCreepensVault/comments/ybpgxj/the_haunting_of_apartment_106/  We round off our investigations into the paranormal with the case ‘The Traveling Cemetery is in Town', a wonderful, original work by Scare-in-a-Box, kindly shared directly with me via my subreddit and narrated here for you all with the author's express permission:  user/Scare-in-a-Box/

Bobby and Christine go down to Tampa Florida to help Luis J. Gomez in the filming of his stand up special at Side Splitters. Bob serves as the director and Christine is the producer extraordinaire. The comedy and the crowds were electric and by all accounts, this should be a fantastic special. Luis and Bob bring their puberty-aged boys on the trip and they waste no time in ogling the ladies by the pool. Jay laments that he used to use goggles and go underwater to leer at female swimmers as a child. | The guys give their review of the new Superman movie and there are many spoilers including a drunk Supergirl and disobedient super dog. *To hear the full show to go www.siriusxm.com/bonfire to learn more FOLLOW THE CREW ON SOCIAL MEDIA: @thebonfiresxm @louisjohnson @christinemevans @bigjayoakerson @robertkellylive @louwitzkee @jjbwolf Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of The Bonfire ad-free and a whole week early.  Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus.