Also Mrs. Crosby would tell you I am responsible as well.”“And want do you charge for this service?”“Charge?”“Yes, charge. The babysitters...I do manage to find cost an arm and a leg.”Charging hadn’t crossed my mind; beside I loved the way Vickie paid me yesterday. Running my eyes up and down Mrs. Wiebe’s body and thinking there were many ways payment could be made.“I never thought about charging. Mrs. Croley is a neighbor and Mom thinks it is a good thing to do. She says all good deeds will be. So, all I had to do was say, Yes. Except, every one of them was an asshole. My gay-dar might work, I can spot a willing woman easy. But my guy-dar is all screwed up. All it works on is assholes, assholes, all assholes. Can't have babies with girls. Asshole's hurt me. Mom hates me. My life was shit. Until you."Clang. Clang. Clang. Multiple alarms are going off again. I'm washed with alternating waves of fear and relief. 'You've fucked this royal Dave. You are just another asshole.' I tell. Only Sophie in her cut-off jeans and a small top. Her lightly tan skin glistened and her dark black hair, pouty full lips made her look very hot. Today, as we were just the two of us at home, the customary welcome kiss was not at all normal but far from it, wet and prolonged. My cock thickened and got rigid as I pushed it against her thigh. In response, she held me tight and opened her mouth to let my tongue inside it making me almost cum right then and there. Her thigh felt great as she. "Stunned, I realized that the television was broadcasting the very images she was describing."You're perfect," she said. "Just the right combination of naughty and nice."There was a very sexy depth to her timbre that told me exactly what she had meant by that."I — I don't do girls," I stammered and shook my head. The whole thing still seemed much too unreal. "Anyway, aren't you a little old for this?" Do I look too old?" she asked. She stood in front of me, her legs spread, and slowly pulled.