Harry did likewise." ... and another thing," the young witch had, by now, finished off a few glasses of the spirit, "what goes from Platform nine and ...three quarters during the rest of the year? Are there any other trains? It seems at bit of a waste to have this whole extra station, with who knows how many platforms, and for there to be only the odd train to Hogwarts every year. Where do you think the rush hour train from platform 2 and a third goes Harry? What about the witch who sells sweets. He reassured her that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever envisioned. Every curve and angle alluring, as if she had been designed for him and him alone.His eyes burned into hers, as if seeking her permission.'Yes.' her eyes begged, 'yes, continue.'He reached behind her again, this time undoing her bra and sliding the straps ever so gently down her shoulders. Her nipples instantly hardening at the mixture of cool air and his touch. She knew he could feel her body tremble. Her. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I am not a girl&hellip, Okay, that sounds like I am saying I have a dick. Well, do not worry, I do not. All I mean by that is that I absolutely HATE shopping. I never understood how women can spent. Donna grabbed Eric’s huge shaft and directed it down at her small tits. The massive dick shot piss onto her baby chest as Donna massaged the liquid over her nipples and tits. ‘Oh yeah, baby, keep it coming. I want my tits to soak it up.’ Finally, Eric was down to a few trickles and Donna lifted the huge knob to her lips to lick the last drops. ‘Honey, that was delicious…’ she cooed as she started to jerk his huge rod. ‘Think you can feed me dessert now? Another mouthful of your sperm would go.