I really thought a couple of times you really had turned into a crazy rapist. Well you know I took a couple of major supporting roles in school theate... in my freshman year. . . . But there is more to it than that. The teen sensed some reluctance on her brothers part. She gave him a warm hug for encouragement. I am like so many guys, I guess with a dominant streak. We have fantasies that we are going to be aggressive with a girl, even to the point of rape, and she will be turned on by it. So. So I headed towards home so I could speak to Nancy, the president of the Home Association for Northlake. Unfortunately, when I got to Nancy’s home, the house was dark. She wasn’t home. So my ultimate revenge was going to have to wait. Unsatisfied, I made my way home. I could wait a day or two to deal with Jack. ***** I woke the following morning instantly registering that my long hair was back. All the way down to my ass again, no less. Teeth clenched, I threw off the covers and stomped my way. ..almost..."He lifted her off the bed and thrust his cock harder."God, yes! Ohhhh...Kevin...fuck me, Kevin!"He had no doubt when her orgasm began. She constricted her cunt around his cock, squeezed her legs around his waist, and squealed with pleasure. Her body shook under him, rocking back and forth, up and down, as she came. At one point his cock came out of her, but he quickly had it back in and was driving it harder than ever.Cindy mumbled words he couldn't understand. Her hair flayed. But then he heard the familiar water hammer from turning the kitchen faucet off too quickly, and realized George must have decided to tackle them himself. Isolde came out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom. She turned and quietly closed the door. In a voice barely above a whisper, she asked, “How sound proof is this house? I don’t want George to hear us.” “Oh, you needn’t worry about that. When I was a kid, I used to try to listen to Bob’s daughter and her husband, and couldn’t hear a thing..