His eyes followed her adroit fingers from button to button. Her brassiere caught a bit of the light in the room– enough to see that her rose-colored...satin covering fit perfectly. Michelle was not busty, Dean realized much later. Her allure was in her self-confidence, it was in the smile which showed her enjoyment of his reaction, and, perhaps, it was in her knowledge that everything that she wore was perfect for the occasion. Of course, she was French! In one smooth motion, Michelle turned. And then he pulled me down for a kiss. I'd never had sex with Nassau, though we all knew his particular tastes from many of his lovers, but I was unprepared for the force of that kiss, for the deliciousness of him. It was exquisite. I dug my fingers into Nassau's long hair, yards of it glossy and smooth as dark water. His hands were at my hips, his short nails making quick work of my sarong, I was naked in seconds.From behind me there came an appreciative purr and I broke from Nassau's kiss to. Had Danny not been killed he likely would have grown out of his awkwardness and developed into the sort of man nobody recognized at the ten-year class reunion. He was gone now, but the potential of his body would be fully recognized in just a few years.While Marna was taking my vitals I hit upon the idea of having her believe that sexual release was important to the healing process. (She would only believe this while with me, and then only when we were alone) She believed that part of her job. «Harry! I’ Might have a baby!» She said, still breathing quite deep from her Orgasm. She had yet to get her breath back. Harry who was still inside here didn’t mind one bit as he gave a «uhhhhhhhyyyyeeaaaaa» to signal he had came. They stood there for a bit to get there breaths back, Harry still inside her and Hermonies arms still wrapped around him. «Um Harry, can you demount me now? I’ve got to get back to my books» said Hermonie who was still up against the Bathroom wall with a hint of.