Over the net few weeks I continued to seduce Keith and we had another few sexual encounters. I guess I changed my mind about Cheryl. Three weeks later...we were in Keith’s living room and expected Cheryl to get home soon. I said, “Keith, hurry before Cheryl gets home.” I guess Keith wasn’t worried. He took his time to take my shorts and panties off me. He turned me around and sucked my cunt. We went to his bedroom and Keith continued sucking my cunt. I said, “Keith, I thought you said Cheryl. “I saw your thingy this morning and it’s huge. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt when you shove that up my bum.”“That’s a very valid concern,” I admitted. “It will hurt if done wrongly, but I’ve done it plenty of times and I know what measures to take to minimise the risk.”Mel still looked worried.“Inside your bum is a bit like one of the paper carrier bags you got at the clothes shop,” I explained. “When empty they fold up into a tiny space. If you try to force a large object into them while. He hadn't known that Bobby filed for divorce. Christy was a basket case. Well, when wasn't she. At least he'd had the presence of mind not to say that. Something was going on and Darren knew he'd be the last to know, but he would find out when she was damn good and ready for him to know.And then there were three, he thought to himself. Cassie's back in town, too. Her six month stint in Chicago was over. Now the three of them could terrorize the men of this town again. And two of them were. Harry decided not to dwell on the look he had seen, the one so painfully familiar to Sirius. It had probably been his imagination, so he contented himself with trying to decide which of the two looked more disgruntled. Kalliandra kept shutting her eyes, as if frightened by the enchanted tape measure flicking around her head, while Ron kept shooting scowls at Madam Maulkin. "You know we've never had a transfer before. At least not one that I can remember, right Harry?" Ron stated, glaring down.