Having the headmaster sitting in my lounge, whilst I made a couple of gin and tonics in the kitchen, was becoming quite a thrill for me. I couldn’t ...ait to tell my friends at school that I had shared an alcoholic drink with the head in my house. Indeed, I planned to get him very drunk so as I could maybe find out some other interesting facts about the other teachers and maybe even some of the pupils: information that I could use to my advantage later I was sure.As I walked into the lounge, I. I smirked and realized she was cumming again, I pushed her back onto the bed and resumed my hold on her hips and started thrusting into her faster and yanking her against my thrusts roughly, I groaned as I was getting closer to cumming. I started sliding my dick into her faster and faster then pulled out of her pussy and started pressing my hard dick into her asshole, she shrieked and grabbed the sheets tighter as I pushed an inch into her asshole and stopped so she could adjust to the new. But the seconds it lasted left my heart pounding. It was so different from any kiss I had ever shared with anyone else. Especially different from any kiss I had ever received from Scott. When Scott kissed me, I felt strength and power and intensity from him and I felt timid and small and a total lack of control. But her kiss felt so different, it felt so soft, tender and gentle and left me wanting more. It was followed quickly by a second, then third and forth kiss, all the same as the. I might be able to get a reduced sentence at least. So I texted her a coded message to meet me at the park, at 6PM.“So what’s up,” I asked, when she arrived.“I have an acquaintance in North Wilkesboro. She wants me to hook her up with my supplier. That’s you of course,” she said with a smile.“I can’t do it. I don’t save enough pot to do that,” I said. “I can give her contact information to my supplier, but I don’t expect he will supply her her either. The best thing you can tell her is that I.