Back to school

While you greatly enjoyed fucking those last two moms, you decide you want something a bit younger that hasn't been bred yet. With that in mind, you look up the address of the local high school and drive there.

When you arrive, a security guard stops you. "What's your business here, sir?" he asks. Most schools have rules against random men barging in and fucking all the women so that they can occasionally learn something. However being a breeder comes with plenty of privilidges.

"I plan on knocking up a couple of girls in there." The guard raises an eyebrow at your bold response. He cools when he sees your breeder's license.

"Ah I see. You're good to go." He waves you through. "Lucky fucker," he mutters under his breath as you pass by. You're used to that kind of jealousy. It still makes you smile sometimes.

You scope out the campus. There is a building where it looks like most of the classes take place, a gym where you might find a volleyball team or cheerleader squad practicing, and a cluster of staff buildings.