At first there was no sign that the curse had achieved anything, but as the evening wore on there was general agreement that his speech was a bit odd.... Finally, in exasperation, Hermione had spoken up."He's speaking in iambic pentameter," she explained. "You know - like in one of Shakespeare's plays." George had disqualified her on the spot, explaining that the curse was in fact extremely useful - Shakespeare had routinely subjected himself to it before sitting down to write.After the contest. “Ohhh fuck! That feels good!” she panted as she became wetter and wetter, the more I played. Her hips rucked up and down, rubbing her warm juices from my nose to my chin, making the room reek of raw sex. I was so lost in the girl's cooze that I barely heard Mickey urge me to get her friend off and drink her cum. But then, that was my intent all along! Scrunching her breasts, pulling at her swollen nipples, plunging my tongue deep into her tasty folds, I was driving her irrevocably towards an. "Mmmm, can I get on top of him, Mommy?" Sure, honey." She calmed the giant animal, stroking his thick neck. "Climb up and enjoy yourself."Expertly, Patti pulled her lean naked body up. She straddled Blazer's back. "Ooooo, God, Mommy." Warm pussy cream gushed from her cunt. She squirmed. "I think I'm going to cum." Go ahead. I'll make sure you don't fall." Alice placed a hand on Patti's hip, steadying her. "Ride him, honey. Cream all over his back."Dizzy with desire, the blonde girl humped her. Thomas was forward and flirtatious. He was giving her messages and sat close to her when she watched TV, even when there were plenty of open seats. He’d run his fingers along her thigh quietly and she’d hold her breath. It took time for her to get used to it. He’d eye her silently, commenting on her face and how well her tits matched the rest of her figure.She couldn’t imagine that. Her own father complimenting her on her tits. Although she came to understand that he did pay for them..