With her face close to mine, Maygan was using her tongue to trace my lips. I could taste the faint remnants of her lip gloss. Mango, I think. I opened...my mouth granting Maygan’s tongue free entrance to my mouth. Her tongue took advantage of the entry and slithered millimeter by millimeter into my oral cavity.Both my hands were grasping her asscheeks by this point. I was rubbing them. I was caressing them. I was squeezing them. I was pinching them. This woman so turned me on.Moving my hands from. "You two wear this," he said, addressing Imogen and Hermione. "Stay close behind us and with your wands out. If there's any trouble, take care of it." Harry headed up the staircase and onto the main floor of the Three Broomsticks accompanied by his friends. A noisy, raucous place during business hours, the pub was silent as a sepulchre now, the only sound the occasional slight squeak of a floorboard. Moving with great care, it took the four of them a while to reach the front door. Harry tried. It was a corner room, with both outside walls being practically all glass. The d****s and sheers were wide open to the world. Directly across the street on the long wall, at the foot of the bed, was a building under construction, and nearing completion. My wife is quite well endowed,(32D, and wore clothes that showed them off when we were away from home where no-one might recognize her. It was Saturday morning, and we had just showered and prepared for the fun ahead. I had already taken several. I saw her look at my still partly limp manhood and she almost opened her mouth to say something but I managed to kiss her first."Not a word, girl. He knows it is not his time yet. Now we need to get you to relax."Then I started massaging her. Very carefully and very gently in the beginning. I knowingly avoided most of the areas that I thought might be erogenous and concentrated on the larger muscles. To say that she was tense would have been a serious understatement. It took me more than half.