Bartley knew her. Yes he knew her so well. Or so he thought. It was the age old sex ritual between them. The once or twice a week session, following t...he same pattern: some tender kisses, some nipple play, a leisurely 69 and a less sedate fuck."Yes," he said to himself in that inner voice that always gave succour to his thoughts. "I know what she needs, a little tenderness and then a good fucking."And indeed, it had been always been enough for them both. Oh yes. But now? No. Wendy made her mind. Soon, I stood before her in only the satiny bra and panties I'd put on at home."What do you think?" I asked Megan, facing her squarely with both hands on my hips."You're beautiful," she said quietly, not making eye contact. Her shoulders were slightly hunched and her hands were in the pockets of her roomy mom jeans. "I wish I had a curvy body like yours." I'll bet. You're pretty skinny. Why don't you take off your clothes right now and let's compare." ...But," she started, but then she saw the. "Nodding, Cari accepted the wine and sipped. It did help. She took a deeper drink, while Chance and Barry managed to rise to a sitting position."This will help you two also," Tanya grinned as she handed each of the men a glass.Chance smiled at his wife and scooted to her side, embracing her with a quick hug around the waist. "You know what we've got here?" He looked at his sister and her future husband. "We've got a family." A loving family," Tanya added."At least the start of one," Cari said.. “Ronald, this is Fleur we’re talking about,” Hermione said and then scolded; “And mind your language. Foul words show a lack of self-respect and poor manners.”Three and a half hours later in Shell Cottage…Bill Weasley was in a deep, unnatural sleep on a large, squashy chair in front of the fireplace while loud grunts of pleasure and peals of ecstasy came from the master bedroom.“I’m gonna fucking cum! OH bloodY HELL! I’m gonna fucking cum!” screamed Hermione. “SHAG MY HOT, WET CUNNY!”Grunting.