I stood up, gesturing him with me to my bedroom. He pulled me closer with his hands on my hips. As his lips pressed against mine, he sat on the bed an... pulled me by my thighs on his lap. God, I love when he grabs my thighs. My hands traced down, tongue still wrestling his, and found his belt. He paused the kiss to stare into my eyes, then kissed me again as I felt his hands pull my shirt off, and went around back for my bra. I had his belt undone, pulling the zipper down, and he slipped off his. George was immediately impressed by the teenage witch’s flexibility; contorting her body into the most appeasing position possible, as George admire her skillful sexual prowess. George knew for certain that there was no way he was going to last very long with someone so experienced. He knew that the girls of Beauxbatons must have regular lessons in the art of sex in order to prepare them for life after school. As long as they could fuck their way to the top, being a competent witch mattered. Her sister had nicely developed breasts for her age and her hips were already assuming a womanly contour, but Ellie was still built like a boy. The single peek Ellie had stolen of her sister's naked lower half revealed that Sally had a chestnut triangle of pubic hair, while her own sex was still completely bare.Ellie had not yet realized that she had a crush on her older sister ... but she would finally know the truth on that wonderful, magical night when everything changed between them both.It. Our truck stop is off a business route that has four lanes, two in each direction. It runs parallel to the Interstate, which has six lanes going each way. The Interstate is at a higher level than the street and the truck stop, so it can be seen quite easily from the booth I work in. Well, wear the booth I work in used to be. Since there wasn't any more truck stop, I didn't think I worked there anymore. And that waitress job wasn't gonna happen, either.If I had to place where the booth used to.