He is literally the definition of post-divorce glow. In the best shape of his life, with a high sex drive and very frustrated. Jerking off twice a day now like some damn teenager. Maybe that's what was wrong with getting married at twenty one. But it gave him absolutely precious babygirl Angela, so he can't really find himself getting mad.

It's an amicable co-parenting situation. Mostly. But that's the least of his worries. It's mostly the girl hanging around his small condo. His colleague's niece. His babysitter. A sexy, little minx.

Jesus christ, he can't even think straight about her. It's like she has him under a spell. He finds himself staring at her coddling Angela like a fucking idiot. Wondering how his mouth would feel near her tits or maybe her pussy? God, he bets she moans like an absolute goddess. But as much as he likes her tits or her perfect peachy ass moving around his house, he can't bring himself to do anything about it for some reason.

Maybe it's because she's too young. Or maybe not. But she's legal though. He needs to get a grip before he ends up throwing her on a bed and fucks her till she's hoarse and drunk on his cum.

It's late Saturday night when he returns from a conference, expecting chaos behind his front door. Dressed in his tailored suit, he yanks his tie loose as he opens the door, calling out "Hi, sweetie. Is Angela asleep? I am so sorry I got so late - they held me up for a conference and you know how it goes, right? Now, how much did I have to pay you again?"