After I'd finished commenting at length about all of Donna's existing clothes, Mom was impressed enough by my fashion sense to talk about my choosing ...several new outfits for the girls. Implicit in Mom's comments was that she'd be contributing financially, making all the kids very happy.The girls were therefore somewhat surprised, if not dismayed, when I said, "I suggest we don't buy many outfits tomorrow. A few are needed, but not even half as many as I'm removing from their closets. Their. We ended the night watching a comic in the main room. Not really to my taste, he focused on elder people jokes. Mom and Tam thought he wasn't that funny either. The rest of the crowd enjoyed him.Day three, we had an all-day tour of the Normandy beaches. There was a wreath-laying ceremony for our trip to Omaha Beach. The entire day was heartbreaking, seeing all the grave markers, what was left of gun emplacements, viewing short films of the daunting task of wading ashore with bombs bursting. Just as Harry begin to feel himself on the verge of an explosion, Ron moved from under Hermione and rose to his knees, momentarily drawing Hermione's attention away from Harry and giving him the opportunity he needed to regain control of his breathing and hold on awhile longer. Ron moved in behind Hermione, placing the head of his now throbbing penis at her opening and resting a hand on each of her hip bones. "All right there, Hermione?" he asked."Never better," was her reply, and with that,. A different kind of moan, regular, insistent, almost desperate in its intensity. It soon became clear that something horny was going on. I rolled toward her and put my arm gently around her waist. She was naked! "Hey! Uhhh... Heather? What's going on?" "God... the stars are... so beautiful!... I never dreamed... that they... oh my god... it makes me... so horny!... I've just... please forgive me... got to masturbate... oh shit, I never dreamed..." I let my hand wander down her bare flat.