“Where’s Mom?” Sylvie queried.“Hi honey, you better sit down,” he said, she looked worried, “She’s OK but she left me,” he said, “I ...uess you better pack up your things.”“But Dad, I like it here with you,” she pleaded.“Yes honey, but you know I’m your step dad, your real dad is Harold Peters, mom’s first husband, you can’t stay with me.”“Why not?” Sylvie asked.“It ain’t right, folks will talk,” he said.“Do you think people will think you are screwing me?” she asked.“Er, well I wasn’t going to. "I wanted to apologise, but I didn't know if I could. Not and mean it anyway. I was an awful person, ditching my oldest friends to be, if not with, then at least near my ... my what? Nothing. To be near a boy I'd kissed, a boy who'd said he liked me. It was only then that I realised I didn't have any words to define my friendship with Jesse. I'd known him a few weeks, but I felt that I needed him in a way I'd never known before."I ... I miss him." Jesse?" Toman's voice was shocked, "What on. "Give it to me, Kip. Give me all that cum you got! Fill up your babysitter with your hot cream! Cum in my tiny pussy!" Well, here it comes! I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna blow all of it inside your hot little cunt!"My cock then blew what seemed to be an eternity of bottled up cum deep into Christy's box; I felt as if I was shooting wads of it in my babysitters pussy as she squealed with happiness feeling my hot semen pass between her teenage slit.When I finally finished, I gave a couple more thrusts. He then parks his steam-powered horseless carriage, and grabs his far-seeing goggles from his pack to check if the tower is in fact on top of this mountain, and that he wasn`t reading the map upside down again. Using his goggles, he quickly spots Zalrah`s tall stone tower on the mountaintop, and also sees a dragon that appears to be having a fight with something.He grabs his pack from the back of his carriage, and double checks to see if his dragon-slaying hand held cannon is still fastened to.