More "Spanish Fly"

You show Sarah into your daughter's room and find a towel that she can use. She looks at it and thanks you contemptuously as she sees how small it is.

Putting it around her waist, she barely manages to cover half her thighs, but seems to think it's better than nothing at least. Then she follows you back down the stairs and into the living room.

"Please excuse me for all this," you tell her, motioning for her to sit down in the couch. "Is there anything I can do to make it up for you?"

"A bit more of that wine would do fine." she says, sounding a bit sulky.

"Sure," you tell her, taking the two empty glasses and head back to the kitchen. You pour up the wine, and pick up the "Spanish Fly" from where you hid it after last time.

"Damn thing doesn't seem to work at all," you mumble to yourself, reading the instructions on the label again. One pill should be enough to easily get any normally built person into bed, but, you think to yourself, Sarah is pretty tall and well-endowed for her age...

Two pills should leave the user steaming with lust, the label states, and as many as four could prove dangerous to one's health!

Seeing the effect, or rather the non-existing effect, of just one pill, you decide to put two more into her glass. After some consideration, you also put two in your own glass, just to see if they'll affect you at all. If they don't, you'll probably have spent a whole bottle of wine, and quite some money on a stupid, non-working ****. If they do work, Sarah will most likely be feeling it long before you do, and when it starts working on you, you'll have no reason to hold back!

That's the theory at least, you think to yourself...