She flicked her hair to the side and smiled at me.“You told me to call if I needed anything.” she said.“Um shit, oh” was all I could really mu...ster. “Sorry.” What was I doing? I was dumbfounded. I was told about people like this that came to motels to get down and dirty but I never really believed it. I soon enough realised that Sharon had known what was going on in here, which is why she sent me over.“How can I help you?” I finally asked after a moments thinking.“I think you know what she. Cool...STORYEngaged. They're engaged. What they gonna call themselves, Granger-Chang? Chang-Granger? Both of them sound ridiculous. Weasley though, that's a properly good name. Hermione should be honoured to call herself a Weasley, ideally as my wife.And my wife she should be. Merlin, it's not like I'm a shrivelled hag, I'm Ginny fucking Weasley. Nearly a thousand points scored for Holyhead Harpies in my first season. Breaking records over here.And Cho has caught the snitch what...five, maybe. “Hello Rosa,” I said.“Where?” she asked. Her English was not good, but my Spanish was nonexistent.I walked to the ladies bathroom where she scrubbed the walls, the floors, and the fixtures. When she was finished I put her to work cleaning the kitchen area.I stood out back to make the call to the plumber, who had worked for me on the lock shop. “Thomas when can you come to install a shower like mine in the building next door,” I asked.“Two days,” he said in his also not good English. His first. Before him was my wife bent over with her legs open checking the roast. He ass cheeks were spread and he could see both her asshole and pussy. I motioned him to his knees behind her and to lick her pussy.As soon as his tongue touched her pussy lips, she jumped a little. “Stop that, you already got your taste, I don’t want him to feel abandoned out there.” I walked up beside her until she saw me.“He isn’t.” as soon as she saw me, her mouth dropped open and I could see the realization that Jim.