Destinee was wearing one of those "cover-up smocks" that they wear to keep from getting their clothes dirty as they stock shelves and so forth. I coul...d see that she was very cute and she was obviously very tall -- statuesque as I put it and she's turned out to be 5'10". That's fairly tall for a woman. It was hard to tell with that covering garment but it looked like Destinee had quite a nice large set of tits underneath her top and a nicely rounded ass as well. But it was just impossible to. She fell in behind him at a short distance, and kept pace with him as he effortlessly made his way to the depths of the castle. While keeping an eye on him, Imogen looked around in the hope that she would memorize the way there. She had learned in the last two days that she had no innate sense of direction, and that she would have to rely on her memory to get her where she needed to go. Fortunately, it seemed her memory was very, very good - when she'd been working on Charms and Transfiguration. I considered trying to make Ava come quickly, more or less out of spite for the embarrassment, but then decided to take it slow and enjoy it myself, and try to not make her come. I'm not sure if that counts as spite. She writhed around a lot before I finally made her come, it was fun. One of the guys said, "That was almost twenty minutes." Ava looked like she'd been through a workout, but was smiling very broadly. She didn't make to get up, but invited John to join her on the ottoman and play. She marked our room number on the check, and we headed out of the lounge and up the stairs. Once in the room, we left a trail of clothes to the bed. I stopped her as she reached the bed and we embraced, me in my cotton briefs, she in her black satin panties. The embrace was full of our joy and pleasure in each other– she nuzzled my hardening penis through the cloth with her superheated sex, and grinned lustfully as her warmth drove me to crush her against myself. Then we wrenched off each.