I was careful not to get her to where she would orgasm. When I felt her pussy walls clamp for more friction I withdrew them. Her eyes shot open follow...d with, "Oh God John, finish me please, I did what you asked me to do, Oh God, John please."She was almost in tears. "In good time you hot bitch in good time."I stood and removed my clothing deliberately slow. She was twisting and pulling her nipples and humping to an imaginary cock. Her head was tossing side to side but her eyes stayed focused. He actually knew how to use it and he used it well. While he was dropping guard after guard, my people kept anyone trying to reach him out of the way by turning them into a pincushion. Even the gnome got a couple of rocks off before the fun came to an end. She beaned a couple of guests as they tried to flee out the doors that led to the garden. Her stones put an end to that. Still some got away and that put a sense of urgency to our work. I decided that it was time to mop up this little party. And — once we started, with him inside me, I — I couldn't stop... ''It's all right, Mum — really!' I smiled, trying to reassure her, but still conscious that I was holding my mother's naked body in my arms. My penis was throbbing painfully, and I stroked her bare back and shoulders, and she smiled back tearfully, uncertainly, and then another shudder ran through her. Her arm was in my lap, pressing against my penis, and again I ran my hand over her damp skin. She looked up at me appealingly,. She’d been content, and she’d simply assumed that the stories of endless excitement, of fireworks and of blacking out were greatly exaggerated. But what if they weren’t? What if Harry had found their sex life lacking a lot more than she had? What if he wasn’t satisfied at all? But he’d always seemed so in love. Ginny had been sure, if he could, then Harry would give her the world. Was it all a lie? ‘Harry, have you ever been with a man?’ Harry clutched his blanket to himself and looked down at.