"Oh, sis," I said slowly.She didn't respond, she just started sucking on my cock really passionately. As you might imagine, I had a huge smile on my f...ce. Truth be told, Marry was the winner. She knew how to suck cock, and she was my sister. So, it wasn't a fair fight by any means necessary. I put my hands onto her head, and she started going up and down on my cock very slowly. Going ever so slowly, just really intensified the pleasure. You would think with speed, that would be an absolute. His cock sprang back into action and elongated down her throat, plugging it tightly. Unfurling into her stomach. Rachel squirms and tries to pull it out. She pulls back by a foot, but the horse was having none of it. He slams back into her with the force he would use for a mare. She pulls him back out, and he slams it back into her again. Then he would wait for her to pull back out. He liked the sensation. Rachel (thinking): Maybe if I just get him off, he will die down and I can remove his. At least, the boredom had been broken.After school, Mrs. Killington challenged Billy, either to expose his BS or (if he really knew his stuff) find out what he could do for her.Billy told his teacher that he could redo her hair if she only had a basin and some towels. Mrs. Killington surprised Billy by escorting him to the teacher's room where they had all the things he needed!Now, Mrs. Killington wasn't some old biddy, just months shy of retirement, no. She was only twenty-eight and full. She would be asleep soon. He turned up his radio and sang along to Sweet Home Alabama. He reached below the radio and flipped the power switch on his radio jammer. Then he checked his phone. 0 bars. Perfect. Nobody could track their cell phones now. They were all fast asleep. The sleeping gas had knocked them out very well. Over the next 3 hours he continued along the interstate like his passengers thought he would. The Las Vegas Wolves’ Cheerleading team sat in his bus. 33 girls not.