One of our favourite games is to each write on cards fantasies or dares and then to each pick a card and carry out whatever the card instructs. It was... one of these games that lead to one of the best evenings of my life. We had gone away for a long weekend to a friends cottage on the east coast. It was early summer and although the weather was warm there were occasional showers so we had been stuck inside much of the day. The cottage was in a lovely position set back from the beach near the end. I probably gained ten more pounds from that one piece. Now I really am larger than life. Well, I guess it’ll be a salad and hot chocolate, a warm shower and off to bed. I hope my bullet is warm tonight — at least I might get some satisfaction before sleep. The apartment is cold, damp, and small tonight. No Christmas tree because there’s no one around but me anyway. Not even a present in sight. A cold salad on a cold night is always special but at least the sugarless hot chocolate was good and. The sounds of their lovemaking could not be heard outside the car. “oh God..”…”fuck”…”rub my clit”…”Deeper…ohhhhhh”…these sounds and others were uttered through kissing and tongue-lashing of each other’s face. With fingers up each other’s love canal, both women looked into each other’s eyes. “You want to do it that way ?”, asked Helen suddenly as she pushed her panties down further with her foot.“Suck ?”, answered Marlene covered in sweat.“Fuck yes”, cried Helen as she lifted herself from the. She unfastened it, gave the owl a little tit bit and watched it fly off. The envelope carried the seal of the minister for magic whom she had seen almost a week ago. She slit it open and read its contents.Dear Luna,I have seen the Muggle prime minister and after consultation with him we have agreed a course of action. Knowing the reluctance of police officers to give any information about a case unless they wish to do so for their own ends, the prime minister decided that a press card would not.