“This Saturday night, folks! In here, eight o’clock. There's no excuse not to come!”The boys from our year were getting justifiably famous for... their parties. I was never sure how they did it but they always managed to provide copious supplies from not only the Hogwarts kitchens but also from Hogsmeade, both the sweet shop and the pub. And at least one of them must have had a substantial music collection because the gramophone generally went all night, thankfully without a bar of Celestina. Emily was looking down, but as Ambala began to penetrate her husband, she turned to watch the degrading proceedings. Roger began to groan softly as Ambala worked her finger deeper. When she found his prostate, she began to pat and then press on the walnut sized organ. She turned to Owiti and murmured something in Swahili to the effect that while she wasn’t finding any contraband, she had discovered he had a nice sensitive prostate. Owiti said something out loud at this and the guards began. 6’5’’ blonde, thick, and ripped. He’s also got one of the bigger dicks on the team, something one cant help but notice during many early morning showers after practice. His blue eyes are so deep you could fall into them, and his butt is as round as a volleyball. I’m a bit more on the lean side. 5’9’’ green eyes, light brown hair. My story takes place last year in Sydney, one of the longer trips for swim competitions. It was normal for 4 of us to share a room with two beds, which added not only. With my heels clicking away and a cool evening breese blowing up and around the exposed flesh of my thighs above my stocking tops and barely covered by a mini skirt or short dress.... + the thrill of being totally 100% feminised.. nails / make up / scent / hair done or a gorge. wig on / my lingerie sexily holding my figure and my boobs gently heaving up and down to as i walk along. All of it increasing the anticipation and the overall excitment of the experiance heightened by the glare of.