Locking him in place, I laugh at his dismayed expression as his erection strains against the steel. “Now you follow Chris and do exactly as he tell...s you.” “You didn’t tell me about this, sweetheart.” “Spontaneity,” I smile up at Chris, “You know what I expect, go and have fun.” Chris nods and leads Luc away, leaving Will, Scott and I alone in the lounge. Scott strokes himself while I watch, beckoning me over, I straddle his lap and slide down onto his stiffness, we take it slow this time. There were also certain advantages, she said, to having a husband who practically ran The Daily Prophet: one of which, was that she could regularly go to Quidditch matches and write about the season for the paper, and still enjoy being a wife and mother!Hermione and Ron were both now established in their careers, too. The two couples were still very close, so when it was suggested one evening during a meal that they perhaps should have a double-wedding, all parties seemed to think that it was a. C. Anderson that had, no doubt, been gotten as some sort of bribe for an official favor.Mrs. Mahmoud was a cold fish.She wore a severely tailored business suit and huge black rimmed glasses that made her plain unpainted face look even more depressing than if she had been wearing traditional attire. Her waist was a bit thick and her hips were at a disadvantage in the tight skirt. Her upper body was generously proportioned and the slight droop due to gravity was not particularly unappealing. In. ... fuck you..." With every thrust it felt like she was burying her flesh spike ever deeper inside of me, like eventually it was going to burst out of my chest like in the movie 'Alien'. I was being heartily fucked by one of the hottest girls I had seen in a long time. God I didn't want it to stop though. I had always found transgendered women attractive and had fantasized about them, but never dreamed that anything like this would ever happen to me. Now that it was I was relishing the waves of.