I arrived and had dinner with her. Tyson kept looking at me and at Trigger. He would snare every now and then as if to say “who this dog in my house...”. I had Trigger tied to a chair by his lead. I now understood why Monica had insisted on it. Otherwise it was possible the dogs would have attacked each other. As long as Trigger was tied up Tyson just pranced around his “kingdom”. After dinner we sat in the lounge with wine and Tyson came sniffing Monica. I realised, when she pulled her shirt up,. I hadn’t done any drawing since I got here. Allison and I left right after my match yesterday. Now I had time and the inclination to sketch as I watched the action. I did do a few player sketches, but I found myself daydreaming and snapped out of it when I saw I’d sketched a truly beautiful torso and pair of elegant breasts. I closed my sketchbook and tried to think who those beauties belonged to. When I figured it out, I got hard.Overall, it didn’t help me in what was to be my final match. I. ”Molly merely gaped at him – he was moving at an impossible pace now, his penis just stabbing back and forth against her pussy as he palmed her fat ass to his heart’s content. His balls were slapping hard and fast against her thighs now as his cock mashed back and forth and the clap-clap-clap sound echoed throughout the entrance hall.The Weasley Matriarch was so horny right now. “Harry,” she managed, in between flashes of pleasure, “Please…”“Please what?” Harry taunted, still grinding. It’s snowing,” she said. I raised my head to look out the window. Large white flakes drifted into the glass and dissolved into droplets that ran in crooked streaks down the pane. “He’ll see my foot prints.” “I understand,” I said, imagining the trail of her feet in the snow between the houses that would betray us. “I’ll come to you soon,” she whispered and hung up. I didn’t covet my neighbor’s wife until the day I saw her playing. I wasn’t spying. My bedroom window faces hers across the.