"Well, I was seeing myself in these visions along with others who follow 'You-Know-Who.' And I... they... the followers as well, were dressed up like ...girls. It was not just dressing up though, we were... " Hermione couldn't quite catch the rest of this conversation because she was starting to have some problems. To be precise, her potion to make her a pixie was wearing off. She was growing bigger, and bigger, and more noticeable. She had to fly away or else land on top of one of the. I felt my face heat. “Oh, nothing, I was just woolgathering.”He eyed me for a moment, and then he shrugged. “Okay.” He went back to his chopping.I turned away before I made a complete fool of myself, but my thoughts continued along those lines as I cooked and ate dinner. I wasn’t naïve enough to not see what my mother was asking me to consider. I also wasn’t so prideful as to not seriously consider just what my relationship with Hollis was.One of the lessons my dad taught me about boys and men. It was almost like her fantasy of being looked at in the car. Her cunt began to pulsate wetly, her clit bulging. She clenched her fist at her hips, leaning her head back, eyes closed.Rich gazed between the satiny smoothness of his mother's thighs, recalling her wanton exhibitionism in the car the day before. Young as he was, he sensed his mother was helpless, that he could do just about anything he wanted to her.Being a young, horny boy, he was delighted in what he discovered. He pushed her. Working my way up, I removed the popsicle from her ass and surrounded her tight pink asshole with my lips, breathing hot air onto her frozen butt hole. ‘Oh my God!!!’ she moaned loudly. I smiled to myself as I pushed my tongue out against her ass, tasting more of the sweet sugary flavor. A few minutes later the popsicle had completely melted, and Jill was ready to return the favor. ‘My turn,’ she said standing up. ‘Take off your clothes.’ I would have preferred her to undress me, but I was.