.from my crotch!" Bloody Hell", Ron screwed up his nose as he spoke, "This has to be someone's idea of a magical joke. This is just sick. Who the hell... would come up with something like this? Oh my God, you'll have to see if you can remove that stink with a shower or if you'll need some sort of spell to get rid of it. I'm not hanging around to see how you get on."With that Ron left the common room. Neither Ron nor Harry had noticed the effect of the stench on Hermione. She was taking deep. And I look up again. I catch the surprised look on his face and spin my stool back to face the bar. A minute later she walks back past us to their table. I’m liking this. I let a couple minutes go by and lazily turn my seat again to face them, sipping on my drink. I can see the strain in him, wanting to look but for her not to notice. She checks her phone and his eyes are on me in a flash. I give him a wink, lick my lips and open my legs again. I wonder if there is enough light for him to see. Five thirty finally arrived and I dialed Sue. I felt my heart leap with joy as I saw her smiling face. But even as I felt this happiness, a little voice wondered whether she looked happier than when I’d last seen her. When I’d left her in that cab at JFK. How do we describe it with pregnant women? People say ‘they look blooming’. That was the word that throbbed in my head. Sue looked like she was blooming. A thought that scared and excited me.“Hi, baby. How are you?” I asked.“I’m fine. How are. My dick began to stir once again.“So, is this what you do, when I am not at home?” Mom asked, gathering herself. Mom’s pallu had slipped a bit, and I was a treated to a glimpse of her cleavage. I couldn’t help but stare at mom’s chest. Mom noticed this and began adjusting her pallu, but then she stopped, and unabashedly showed off her cleavage to me, which I continued to stare at.“What are you looking at?” Mom asked coyly.“Only what you are showing me, mom,” I said, feeling a little bolder this.