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My Son’s Sitter Amy Brent 13300K 2023-09-02

Nice h it is complete and utter bullshit

But, Stevie’s nodding, shtly as ever

“I’d like that Do you still want me here at 9?”

“Let’s oland Especially with the way Winston is probably going to be tearing around the place”

“You’re right,” She says, “not to eneral stampede of children to deal with”

I laugh, louder than her little joke warranted We stare at each other for what feels like a minute

“Thanks again,” I say to her, striding to the door and opening it

“Goodbye”

Instinctively, I grab her arm

“Wait”

Fear on her features, then… Is that excitement?

“Yes?” She asks in a small voice

My grip droops Why did I even call her back? The answer is at the corner of my mind, but I shove it away

Throwingher body to mine, I say “Thank you so much for today You really were a surprise”

In more ways than you can even fathom, an unwanted voice in my head says

Ti I can feel her full breasts pressed against my chest Her hands close uncertainly around my back Peach is definitely in the air

Right now, her face is al for mine I don’t dare meet it If I do, I don’t knoill happen next Scrap that – I do, and it cant

Seconds tick on, takingsince the moment that door opened

Tick tock Don’t look at her Tick tock That gaze Tick tock Those lips… tick tock

“Stevie!”

It’s Winston Barreling up, he sla

“Be careful, you goof,” I say, poking him in the special place between his shoulder blades that always gets hi

“Sorry,” he says, sure enough giggling, as Stevie crouches down to deliver him a kiss on the top of his head