The poor flowers."I quickly stood and turned around to see who was talking to me. I looked down at a tiny woman who appeared in her early twenties, or... perhaps even in her late teens. She had those perfect features poets describe as "ageless" and normal males call wonderful. She wore no makeup whatsoever and hadn't even a ribbon in her flowing in waves, raven black hair that hung way down past her waist. Oh, My God, what a tiny waist she had. I mean, Barbie, eat your heart out.Her very fine. Inside she was squirming with thoughts unbidden rushing to her mind, the egg seemed to be a promise for later on.In her absence this mystery man had ordered them some food, basic pub finger food on a tray with dips and sauces. His mobile phone was sat alongside his glass and her glass had been re-filled from the waiting bottle. He clearly was making no effort to move on somewhere else. Lyndsay raised an eyebrow at him in query as she slid back into her seat. "I thought we could make an. Of course our favorite position was for one guy to lie on his back and set you down astride him so he could fill your pussy. Then we'd bend you forward so you could take a cock in your mouth while a third guy reamed your ass. There were a lot of these 'triples'. The way you screamed when the third guy filled your ass, if we didn't know better, we might have thought you weren't enjoying yourself.Her mouth dropped open in amazement. Could this be true? Could this really have happened? See crawled. Harry let her go, though he didn’t want too, and waited for her to catch her breath before placing his hand back on her head in silent question. Ginny took him down again, this time letting him push until she was all the way down, he could feel her choking around him, trying to force down her gag reflex, but it only enhanced his pleasure to feel her throat shifting.Once again she pulled off, coughing again far louder this time, but she looked up at him and the ecstasy on his face with a smile.