I mean my own sister’s hand, her finger right on my love button and as she continued to press it into my slit, I was opening up my knees in response.... “My god it feels so good,” I thought to myself as I raised my chin up in the air. She scooted herself over in between my legs and bent her head down and I could feel her breath as she started to pant.I felt her get closer to me and then there was electricity caused from her lips pressing on my pussy and I had to jerk away. But she held my hips. Normally, he'd find Harry, or Hermione, but Harry was off doing something that Ron wasn't supposed to know about for Dumbledore (who officially was not there himself) and Hermione was the one needing the help.The sound of the Chamber entrance starting to move made up his mind for him and he dashed out of the stall, pants fully fastened and jumped into the tunnel just as it closed. With the basilisk gone, the tunnel did not seem so slimy. When Ron got to the door, it was already opened and he. He must have been all of twenty-five. I came across him quite by chance; he was sitting in his car watching a ladies' netball game. All those long limbs and tight shorts showing bum cheeks and camel toes. I was walking past when I saw his cock was in his hand, and he was slowly wanking himself.It was a spur of the moment decision. I slipped into the passenger seat and said; “Don't keep all the fun for yourself.”And before he had a chance to react, his cock was in my hand.“Don't worry. I want. My clot strains to be part of the action. I hitch my legs up higher, part my thighs wider. “I want you.” I am dizzy, panting. The old bed creaks as he pounds. The mattress springs push into my back, forming an uneven pattern. I don't care. I shift my hips to meet his. I wish I knew him well enough to ask for a pillow, I want to push our pelvic bones together, I want him harder, deeper. I want to dissolve into his cock. I don't say anything, loathe to speak lest our sweet spell crumbles..