She called me and said, "Be home at 3:30."Before I could respond she hung up.I had just begun thinking that maybe this surreal couple of days was just...a blip on the radar screen of the mundane life I usually led. Yet, as soon as I heard her voice my body tingled with excitement.I headed home and arrived a few minutes early. I still hadn't gotten the opportunity to taste her pussy cum and was hoping that opportunity would occur today. I also knew that Wes had a 6pm game and wouldn't be home.I. I opened the side door to my van and just grabbed her and pulled her in. She did not protest or struggle, so apparently the d**gs was working as intended. I closed the door and we were alone in the dimmed light in the van. I didn’t want to leave any obvious signs, so wanted to get her out of her clothes without damaging it – she looked quite dazed, so I said “Please take of your dress, Dagmar” She slowly started to undress – I found it extremely satisfying that she followed my directions. "Oh, I love to feel you squirt inside me, Daddy Jim-Jim! I can feel your baby-juice inside me!" she cried. "I'm going to cum! Daddy, I'm cumming on your cock!" I gave her nipples another strong tug, sending her over the edge. Her orgasm seemed to catch her off guard, with empty lungs; she was trying to scream, but all that came out was a tiny grunt. Her face, already red, turned crimson, as she shivered and shuddered in pleasure. I kept twisting her nipples, trying to prolong her orgasm.. She was strict but fair, always giving opportunities for extra credit and extended office hours to help her more dedicated students. She had noticed one student in particular as he sat at the front of the class each session, furiously taking notes, biting his lip as he rushed to catch every word she said. She would laugh to herself, thinking that he was the spitting image of her as a college student. He was a bit nerdy, with glasses and a unique style. She also found it curious that his major.