I knew Paul Stead had been fucking Mrs. Goodall for about three years, and already thought she was under some kind of mind control otherwise why would...she have spent the last three years letting him fuck her.I felt that, too. I couldn't believe some weird person would give me the power to rewrite people's brain to my will. It was so surreal, but my cum ran out of my Mrs. Goodall's pussy. I made her into the whore I always knew she was. I had lusted after her despite hating her for all my. He had no dish towel; he just left the dishes in the drainer and took them from there to set the table except when he put them back in the cabinet when he expected her to visit.He had ramen in several flavors. He had ground beef, orange juice, the ice cream he’d bought to fix them sundaes, and ice-cube trays in the freezer. He had sugar and salt, but no flour, in stock.So, she made a list. After lunch, which was necessarily eaten out, they went shopping for groceries. When those were put away,. Sometimes Beth would bring home one of her girlfriends when Mom was not home. She would lick her lips and wink at me. I knew then that Sis was going to take her friend to her bedroom and I was to disappear.The first time I brought a girl home and licked my lips and winked my sister did not disappear. She dragged me by the arm into the dining room and started to lecture me. “You do know that is Julie Pringle, don’t you? And that she has a reputation for being easy?”I smiled proudly. “Yeah, of. Why would she fight it if she can have as many as she wants from me fingering her?She worked my dick over until I finally came in her mouth, then she let herself cum. I could feel her bump pulsing under my thumb as her pussy squeezed on my finger.“I have been watching the clock closely. We still have enough time for us to do it with you inside me. I didn’t want to have any of your stuff running out of me when the nurses put me to sleep. I would find my pussy glued shut tomorrow,” Emily said.