For a moment, I stood motionless taking in the sight before my eyes. There lay the love of my life, clad in only a black support bra that I had picked... out for her and a pair of very wet panties. The black colored panty was trying to hide the treasure cave t hat I had left only moments before , from my view. In my frenzied state of mind I wasn’t about to let that happen. I knew t hat flimsy garment definitely couldn’t stop me from forcing my way back inside her. Dropping to my knees between her. So where was I?Ok, let’s see, oh yeah the fourth party.On the way to the party Tony told us Raymond had elected not to return to our little parties, our demands were too steep for his blood.It rained that night and almost everybody got soaked. Our painted faces ran and were partially washed off and we had clothes hanging all over the house. Wendy and Susie took their boyfriends to separate bedrooms. I don’t think I saw them the rest of that night until it was time to go home. John and Alice. The school uniforms of the 1970’s had adopted a far more liberal stance than those of Hermione’s usual dress wear and although she complained about what she was wearing, neither Harry or Ron had much to object to as their eyes continue to scan over Hermione, Ginny and Luna.“I have no problem with what you’re wearing Hermione.” Ron said slyly as they waited for the Headmaster to answer the door. “Besides... I don’t think our uniforms are that bad.”“What would you have to complain about Ron.... Flirting with some guys as I got on the bus. "I want to fuck her till she's screaming" I thought to myself. It was true, enough is enough, masturbation has lost its fun, its thrill. I want her. I want her rough and raw. It was time for a change. The next day I awoke in the afternoon, the party started at 8pm. I went into the washroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Thinking about what I thought about the day before, a change. First was my hair, I didn't cut it the previous.