'What's he like', she asked inquiringly, 'Well he does have a big one', I replied teasingly and her eyes opened wide and she gulped down the remainder... of her glass, 'I will get them in', she said rising to go to the bar, 'Tell me more when I get back', and off she sped to the bar.I studied her as she moved off and noted some others were looking at her, a nice piece of pussy was probably flashing through their heads, and that was the paradox of it all, she was not aware just how fucking. "It wasn't like that Ron. I called you a prat with the emotional rate of a teaspoon, because your best friend had a terrible experience for his first kiss and you were making fun of him. And the perfume was unusual, but not in a bad way. Actually it was the best gift I've ever…" but Ron once again interrupted her."Don't bullshit me, Hermione!" he yelled at her. "You came down happily and you told us how happy you were that Harry got you that book you always wanted. If you liked my gift, then. Roger said it opens to the parking area. I opened it to the view of a bunch of overgrown bushes with a mostly empty parking area beyond.I solved our cleanliness problem with, “We can give each other sponge baths outside. It’s bright sun outside and with the roof overhang and with all those bushes no one can see us at the doorway.”I rinsed out a sponge and filled a bucket with warm water. “Mr. Black, hold still while I undress you.” I striped and opened the back door.The sponge bath started with. I admit to brusing the fourth plane, but after all, this is humor, and in a way, isn't it nice to acknowledge the reader? Hey, if you want, go dig up my livejournal, it has some stories on there. Also some fourth plane distortion. I didn't pander though. wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoying the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that they are in a story, and notice the.