Peter is taken slightly aback, but after a brief pause says “Well, Forrest, that wasn’t quite the answer I was thinking of, but I have to admit th...at you are correct and so I will give you credit for that question. Now the next question is a little harder. How many seconds are there in a year?” Again, Forrest thinks and thinks. Finally he answers “12”. St. Peter - “How did you come up with that answer Forrest?” Forrest “Well, there’s January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd...”, and St. Peter. Now, four years later, she just turned eighteen, and I’m twenty two. The importance of this, of course, is that it’s the summer of her eighteenth year, and I just graduated from college. As to how this involves babysitting, as the title indicates, well, my parents had me early in life, and then waited until I was thirteen to have another kid – thus, my brother Jonah was born. Fast forward five more years (I’m eighteen by this point, and Jonah is five, for all you math geniuses out there), they. What was that? Did he see a trace of something that could have been a dirty look? “You are sick,” he said and got up. “Oh please, Carlos. Don’t be such a fucking prude. All we are doing is talking.” He didn’t answer, instead walked back into the house.When he was gone Laila lay down on the sun bed and closed her eyes. The sweat was running down her sides and her hair was damp. Maybe she had gone too far after all. She hadn’t seen Carlos in two years and people do change. Before he had left they. I felt a flood of wetness around my fingers.After she finished her orgasm, she pulled out my hand and asked if I would go with her right now. I only nodded and got in the car with her. She drove us quickly to deserted parking lot behind an old office building. She got out of the mini-van and folded the back seats so it was a big open floor. She put the grocery bags in the passenger seat and told me to get on the floor. I laid down on my back and she ripped off my pants. My cock was hard after.