She would hand them in when she was finished with them.It was pure chance that she found them, actually. She remembered something he'd let slip about ...a loose floorboard under his bed. So she'd gone to Surrey four days ago, before the paper blared about a hearing into the death of Harry Potter, and found four notebooks stashed under there: One for just about each year in the magical world.That was pretty interesting in and of itself, wasn't it? Just about everyone, herself included, figured what. She cut my floundering monologue short with a turn of head face down into the massage table and saying, "Stop your yammering, Mark, let's begin. I want to see what it feels like."With that I dipped my fingers anew into some warm oil and starting at her knees worked my way up her thighs until I was touching her labia. Pushing her legs further apart I worked one of her genital lips up and down its length. I gently massaged each lip until it thickened and warmed to the touch. As often happens with. Then she stood and turned back and asked which one to show, as there were many items displayed. Omg I was very lucky to get a back view of such a sex women, she was wearing sari at very low waist and blouse was single strip type. I was really thrilled to see her back, trunk till the hip portion (dorsal and lumbar portion) and even the sacral was visible a bit. I was out of control and wanted enjoy her back view at the max so went on asking her to show that and this again and again.My tool. Probably because of her intoxication shewas slightly uninhibited and never noticed that my cumwas still inside her warm, pulsating and horny pussy.But she pushed me down forcefully and I was rewarded byher pussy, freshly flooded by a “stranger’s” cum. Ilapped it all up like a cum-hungry faggot even thoughit was my own cum and she came like a whimpering kittenall over my wet face.From then on, I made it a point to get her drunk atleast once a week and to suck my own cum out of.