She won’t remember a thing the next day. I thought well she needed to be put to bed so I asked if he assist me in doing so. We literally carried her... to the bedroom and he held her up while I lit a few bedside candles. I pulled the bedspread and sheets down and he laid her down and I straightened her legs out and he and I looked at each other and smiled at the same time. He said “she won’t remember a thing my friend”, so I said ‘are you sure’, he again said she wouldn’t. So I smiled and said. Ron held the pair in the next hand, and struggled with several tempting ideas of what to make the two girls do, but he had to give Harry a command as well. His stomach gave a rumble at that moment, so he reached out for the food tray as an idea slid into focus. They’d all nibbled at the tray throughout the game, but there was still plenty of good stuff left, so he selected a rather succulent bit of pineapple, which he dipped into the chocolate sauce and sucked at it as he looked from Hermione. And most of it was just my kit.I walked back to the living room sat down at the desk and started his computer. Gaming was as good to block out these thoughts and memories than any other way. But instead of clicking the game icon, I clicked the one for the browser. Maybe doing something productive – and I froze.Loud moaning, the ads for some camsite flashed on the screen. He had been watching porn. Without me, without even telling me. We had watched together, either laughing at it, or getting. Europe was wide open.While there I dated this gorgeous little Danish girl. Tiny with a lovely figure. Snow white skin and pale blue eyes. Almost wolf like in quality. We did the turns of german and dutch sex clubs but she was saying they are too tame. Well, I took a leave of 2 weeks and decided to take her to Copenhagen.Upon arrival and checkin she said lets go to the bar as we have to talk. The drinks came then she started telling me about this one club called The Black Cat. She knew I was.