They all looked up as Harry and Ron approached. Every face he saw bore a bruise, scratch or cut gained during the fighting. The euphoria and exuberanc...e of the immediate post-battle had passed, however, replaced by the careworn expressions of those who have seen things that will live with them for the rest of their days. Everyone seemed to wait for someone else to speak. It was Professor McGonagall who interrupted the silence:"Good day, Harry. I hope you are rested."Then, as if they had all been. She was still in the shower, most likely trying to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Ryan loved her hair. Loved to touch it, smell it, and to brush it for her. She took such good care of her herself. Smelling of peaches, an appropriate scent, as she was a peach herself, soft, yet firm, ripe with the sweetness of my favorite southern fruit. Her hair flowed down her back ending deep in the small of her back. Seeing her naked from behind always left Ryan short of breath as her beauty snatched. She drank it too. By this time I was turned on heavily.I replied to her kisses. We exchanged saliva, we had tongue fight between us. Still, the blood was coming out from my lips. But I didn’t care about it. She removed my t-shirt and started licking my ear lobes and bite it too. And then moved to my necks then started kissing my trimmed chest. Then removed my jean and boxer at a go. My tool was already erected. She started giving me a blowjob heavily. She was stroking me hard licked my tool and. One night I decided to dispense with the pillow and just use my hand between my legs. I had always been a bit squeamish about this but bearing in mind what had happened the night before I was determined to investigate. I knew what I looked like between my legs – I’d had a look with a mirror, and knew that I had a hole there and two lips. I lay on my back and carefully slid my hands down between my legs. There seem to be a soft pad of skin just at the top of the slit and it felt nice when I.