“You approve?”Jack eyed his sister. Both his late wife and his sister had similar builds, being relatively busty, with hourglass figures, but Rhon...a had been quite a bit shorter, and had a somewhat larger rear. He had often considered her plush, and built for comfort and easy riding, a Cadillac. Jessica had been taller and leggier, and generally more muscular, a sportier ride, maybe like a Corvette.Tonight’s outfit was another proof of this theory. When he and Rhonda had gone out, she had often. Vlad grabbed her hips and began to pull Rachel to him as he thrust inside her. Rachel was slamming her fist into the table and as she screamed in ecstasy. "Oh fuck yea master, that's it hurt me, fucking hurt me, fuck me". Vlad fucked her harder and faster slapping her ass making her squeal. SMACK! "OH!" SMACK! "AHHH" SMACK! "oooooh shit, thank you master". Vlad noticed many of the women trying desperately not to let their hands wander into their panties. Rachel noticed all the men had bulges. He tapped her locker door lightly. ‘Soph?’ ‘Daniel! What’s up?’ Her voice sounded slightly strained. ‘Not much. I was wondering if we could talk, if you’re not busy?’ ‘Sure, I’ve got twenty minutes before choir practice. What’s on your mind?’ Ok, she seemed warmer now, more receptive to hearing him out. That could only be a good thing, right? He took another deep breath, trying desperately to muster up all the confidence he possessed. ‘Well, remember that day when we were all at the movies. I would have said something funny or witty, but my tongue was soon otherwise engaged, preoccupied with the delicious task of eating Pippa’s yummy slit. Once again, I devoured that sweet spot of my English tart, relishing the delectable flavors of her snatch. It was a little harder to focus on her pussy, of course, due to having Karen’s enclosed around my prick, but the absolutely tasty juices that flowed from Pippa’s cunt into my mouth certainly helped. God damn, it was the most wonderful.