A litter of freckles dusted the bridge of her button nose and stood out against the softness of her cheeks, which had that virginal, blushed-white mag...nolia colour you often see in portraits by the Dutch masters. She kissed the air to set her lipstick, a lurid, lustful red burning from the pastel warmth of her face. She wore a black satin dress that she had bought especially for tonight. It clung like skin to each dramatic curve of her taut young body and stopped just a few inches below her. Roger put his hands onto his young friends head gently running his fingers through her dark hair with just enough pressure to force her mouth back onto his exposed tip, her hands going around him inside his open robe grabbing his cheeks as she licked and gently sucked on the tip of his throbber, Roger sighed as he felt her warm tongue not only licking the tip of his cock but also running around the fabric, OMG she was licking her mums knickers and she was enjoying it, how cool!Ella giggled. ‘Nothing worth stealin’ or takin’.’ The way the woman placed special emphasis on the word ‘taking’ and her tone: a combination of shame, fear, and self-reproach, gave rise to a scenario in Miranda’s mind that made her feel violently ill for a moment and even Grey’s expression slipped a little, becoming a thing of disgust, anger, and something else. Pity? Miranda blinked and it was gone, Grey’s features were once again calm, even friendly. ‘Now, none of that, mum,’ he soothed, ‘No one will be. McGonagall and Dispard then went over with her the steps necessary for what she was about to attempt. When they were sure she was as well prepared as they could make her they gave her the go ahead. Petunia took a deep breath concentrated on the silent incantations she needed to make, then as they all looked on there was a little pouf and suddenly before them stood a magnificent golden coloured young Afghan hound. Tunie walked around the office and then on a signal from McGonagall she.