I could feel one or two drops of his semen drying into a congealed conglomeration on my chin and neck. Why couldn’t I move? Naked now, Dale smiles a...nd approached me. He puts his arms around me and pulls his face to mine and we kiss passionately. Why do I comply so easily? Why am I such a slut? But I don’t feel that then, I feel it now, sharing it with you. His hands move down my nude back and squeeze my buttocks, kneading them. I don’t know if I was wet the whole time since he led me to his. Then she made a very strange request. She asked if she could crush at my place. Now I’ve never had anyone crush at my place and was a bit hesitant. She saw this and offered to work for her stay, you know clean the place, cook and general upkeep. But there was still a lot I didn’t know about her and I was hesitant because we’d just met. ‘Why don’t you want me to take you to the shelter? They would take care of you better than I would,’ I pitched in. ‘I don’t want my family to find me,’ she said. “Music, please.” “Yes, is jazz okay?” a soft instrumental filled the room. She was behind him again in an instant and she pulled off his jacket and let it drift to the floor. Tracey reached her arm around him and they swayed to the music, “Jeff, take off your shirt.” “No, you do it. Take what you need, Tracey.” A tear dropped from her eye, and within a second he kissed her cheek and dried the tear with his lips. Tracey undressed him slowly. Her eyes soaked up the sight of his every curve,. "Hello Hermione, nice to see you too. I'm fine, thanks for asking," Harry greeted her with just a touch of sarcasm."Oh, can it Harry," she replied irritably, "I've had a rotten day." I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Harry began to apologize."Actually I should thank you," Hermione interrupted and she walked into the Dursley house. As Hermione walked past Harry, he noticed a pleasing musky odor, like an old book, wafting off the young witch. Harry rationalized that she must've been reading one of.