It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be lef...t on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object. As usual, Professor Trelawney was absent, for she had always preferred to take her meals in her room. Dinner was not very enjoyable if one had to maintain a pretense to abilities one did not possess. Hagrid too was absent, and this was perhaps on Madam Pomfrey's orders. The half-giant had been to the infirmary earlier that day, looking rather mauled: an increasingly common occurrence. But the rest of the staff were present, and the atmosphere was lively and cheerful. Dumbledore had evicted. " So its in their interests to be as slutty as they possibly can?" Exactly, John." So tell me, Jane, why do we call it Big Fucker International." Its international, because contestants can be any colour or nationality in the world." But over 18 only, huh, Jane?" Of course, John." And will these 10 contestants always be 5 men and 5 women." Not necessarily, John. The audience can choose an even balance if they wish, but they could also remove all the women for instance and replace them with men. But both were afraid to try. Bonnie was not like Amy. She was a lot more conservative, a lot more mature. Maybe the previous weekend had been a one-time thing. Into their second beer, her arousal began to demand that she do something about it. She turned to him and placed her hand on his thigh, watching for his reaction. ‘So,’ she began, ‘we never did get to speak about last weekend.’ His cock twitched in his jeans. He swallowed. ‘Did you like it?’ he asked. Her hand crept up his thigh.