Ross' jean-clad thigh rubbed slowly up and down against my own leg. "Nothing important."

I looked right into his face and slowly ran my tongue over my lips in the universal invitation.

Without any further hesitation, Ross accepted, and his arm slid around behind my neck as he pulled my body tightly to him. My heart exploded in my chest, and I lost my breath when I felt his lips crush themselves against my still-open mouth. His tongue was like a thick snake as it wriggled wetly between my lips, seeking out the wetness of my own waiting tongue.

I answered his pressure by pushing my body against him. My mouth swallowed his tongue, sucking on it like a straw, and my tits flattened against his hard chest as we crushed against each other. The thick masculine odor of his body was warm against his flesh; it was like a drug that made me dizzy with anticipation.

Ross pulled his lips free. His mouth was wet. "Melanie," he whispered. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

My heart was beating like crazy, and the room seemed to be spinning around me. "Yes," I answered, almost moaning.

He kissed my cheek. "But you're so young... "

With a bag full of birth control pills and a mind set on expanding her sexual experience, Melanie embarks on her role as an eighteen-year-old vacationing nanny with every intention on become well versed in all manner of debauchery by the end of it. Not satisfied with group menages with those of her age she last summer, she plans to seduce the studdly father of the household she is in the employ off, for her summer won't be a summer until she's been well and truly taken by an older man.

What follows is a grand lesson in seduction as Melanie tries every trick in the book to bed Mr. Wells. And boy does she know some tricks. It's not long before Ross succumbs to the nympho's wanton advances, and together they lose themselves in the most lascivious of sexual abandons. But what will happen when his wife fins out, the very woman Melanie is supposed to be helping? Could she be up for it also?

Featuring all manner of deviant deed and device, every position and permutation, and aperture, written in a licentiously graphic prose that leaves very little to the imagination, and with a climatic end that will satisfy all partaking thereof, Sharing the Neighbourhood Nanny will be sure to satiate those with an appetite for the utmost debauched.