"I'm not lying. Go up their yourself and find out." And who's the lucky girl? And I use the term 'lucky' very loosely. It must be someone from Slyther...in, of course." Wrong again, Imogen. It's amazing how wrong you can be when you don't have the 'books' to guide you. Draco's wife is not a Slytherin, nor a Hogwarts student. In fact, she's not even a witch. She's a Muggle." That's it," said Imogen. "I'm going up to the infirmary right now." But why did you ask me to come outside? You wanted to. The cheerleaders huddledtogether and took a vote on the game's most valuable player. It was aunanimous vote, by everyone except me. Maybe these girls really don'tunderstand basketball, I wondered. I'm sure the person they voted forwas not the one who had the best game. He would sure be surprised, Ithought.The game finally ended. We had lost, as usual. The basketball playerstook their shower. When they were done and dressed in their streetclothes, they came over to the cheerleaders to. He unbuckled his belt and eased his trousers down till she could hold the real item. Her touch was electric and even before he pushed her head down and positioned his cock level with her mouth, he was rock hard. "Suck it Elizabeth and drain my fucking balls".She had sucked him off a few times in their relationship, but not in a car in a public car park; she hesitated but now he was determined to throw any concern for her out the window. She had always been 'hot' and 'cold', sometimes eager for. Linda and Li stood quietly until I told them that they should stay with Tabitha or Yvonne. When I found out they were bunking together, I suggested making it a foursome. They accepted. Everyone was willing to stay with someone, though truth-be-told, all of them wanted to be with me. I wanted them too but there just wasn't enough room, maybe soon, but not tonight. Jeri had suggested sleeping bags and pillows, having a big campout in my living room, but I knew better. No one would get any sleep.