First a visit to the bathroom.

You return to the livingroom and hand Sarah one of the two glasses that you're carrying. She thanks you hesitantly, but looks at her glass with suspicion in her eyes.

"Are you sure this is my glass?" she asks, looking at the one you're still holding.

"Yeah, I think so." you reply, holding yours out to let her compare them. Both look exactly the same, but even though she can't find anything odd about them, she insists that you've given her the wrong glass. Lucky that you put the pills in both glasses!

You change glasses with her, giving her a friendly smile, and then take a few sips from the one that you know is actually hers. She watches you, still a bit suspicious, and keeps from drinking until you do. When you've finished the glass and watched her do the same, you excuse yourself and head for the bathroom, first retrieving the bottle from the kitchen and placing it before her on the livingroom table.

It's not like you urgently had to go to the toilet, but you do realize that if the **** does work, it would be a good idea to have such things out of the way before it takes effect. The break also serves to give the **** the time it'll need to kick in. Yet another reason for your visit reveals itself as you find an almost full bottle of KY-jelly, and with a smug smile you put in your pocket for eventual use later on.

You finish peeing and then wait for another few minutes while checking your looks in the mirror. Not until you're just about to leave, do you suddenly feel the first sign as the strong aphrodisiac starts taking effect on you, making your heart beat a little faster while your cock twitches and jumps to attention in your trousers!

Feeling slightly more confident about the "Spanish fly", you return once again to Sarah and the livingroom, finding the young babysitter sipping at another glass of wine. Walking up to the couch, you notice that she's looking a bit dazed.

"You alright, Sarah?" You ask her, trying to sound worried, and sit down right next to her. For some reason you also place a hand on her bare knee, be it the wine, the ****, or just an instinctive fatherly gesture.

"Uh... Y... Yeah... I think so..." She replies, clearly startled by your approach.

"You sure? You feel a bit warm..." You tell her, feeling pretty warm yourself as you gently run your hand along her firm thigh.

"Y...Yeah, I'm sure!" She insists while putting a hand on yours to stop you from going further, but then seems unable to push you away and instead just lets her hand rest shakily where she put it. Now clearly feeling the **** coarsing through your veins, knowing that it is doing the same to her, you reach up with your other hand and place it on her forehead, letting it slip down to her cheek.

"But you're really hot!" You tell her, the way you're saying it and your excited smile making her stare back at you in disbelief.

"What...?" she starts to say, her heart racing as you caress her blushing cheek, but you interrupt her by leaning over and firmly pressing your lips to hers!