I knew the principal was a pervert, I just don’t go for being one of the principles bitches. I have a more dominant personality, but I knew Joy woul... love crawling under his desk being one of his cock holes. My slut sister would wear his cum on her body as a badge of honor.Soon Joy would be the favorite of a few hotties, that would technically make her the school slut, allowing her to wear the most outrageously whorish hooker uniforms known to prostitutes. She also had access to storage rooms. Many of the faculty had come in colorful costumes. He had not; he refused to pander to the modern concept of the Halloween holiday.Victor understood his advantage, however; since others ignored the true nature of Halloween, they failed to discover any latent psychic talents they may possess. When odd occurrences happened on Halloween, they were dismissed as pranks, "ghosts," or drunken stupor.Victor reasoned that this was where his mistake lay with Stephanie. He had been far too lenient and far. It was all topped by soft honey blond hair, styled to just past her shoulders.What really made Sharon so appealing, though, was the inner beauty that she always projected.Although she was probably among the prettiest, sexiest woman in the town where she had grown up and still lived, she was friendly, never conceited and a committed Christian who had married her high school sweetheart and given him three wonderful children.She and Don had married right out of high school, so neither of them had. Wendy was still squirming and trying to slide off my lap. My erection had receded to a half hard state and was now starting to firm up again. What the fuck! Too late to change things now so I might as well enjoy it. I was sure my mother had blabbed to my grandfather about what was going on and he wanted to be a part of it.I slapped Wendy's ass a good hard blow. She yelped in surprise. I saw Grandpa Jack push his daughter off of his prick as he walked to us dangling his big cock only about a.