When the pretty mother in her early thirties arrived she was immediately escorted into the dean’s office and as she looked at the headmaster across ...he massive desk, she feels like she is a high school girl in trouble herself.Perhaps Lorelai’s dress has something to do with that feeling as well. The young mother with brown shoulder length hair was wearing some of the tightest, well worn blue jean shorts she owned and displayed a unladylike visible panty line. In fact the headmaster could. She appeared to have a curious power over men in that no one seemed to aggressively come on to her. She kept men at arms length, playing with then, scrutinising them, dictating the length and nature of every exchange, all the time with that curious little smile flashing across her lips. Apparently it was an easy process for her to render us a bunch of doe eyed, dribbling simpletons, staring adoringly at her. In an environment like this where she was a certified local girl, the effect was even. It is so exciting to feel you cum inside of me knowing that the tip of you big cock must reach into my womb from where you came, it just gets me so excited. Your juices are filling the spot where you once laid. That may be weird, but that is how I feel." After saying that, she began to fuck me with her pussy, sliding it up and down my shaft until I came again. By now she was sweating profusely and was out of breath. I just held her in my arms until she recuperated which actually took a long. Everyone within a certain range is invited, nothing is barred, even sex with the same gender. Nobody can resist the call, everyone enjoys themselves until my power has enough energy.”She nodded slowly. “Yeah, and the police will be waiting with warrants.”“Which is why I have to be careful,” I said.“So, all those rumors about you and Lisa Hartwell?”“Lies,” I said. “My power was dormant at that time. It was awoken after I went to college.”“So, then why do you need so many women? I mean, I’m sure.