I used my fingers to press my labia together pinching my clit between them. "Holy shit, what the fuck has gotten into me?" Hearing myself gasp this b...eath and feeling the aching and need of direct attention to my clit, I brought my thumbs up and hooked the tops of my pants and began to pull them down. As I did so, I looked down to see that my cotton panties were no longer the light grey that they were when I put them on this morning but were now a charcoal color due to my arousal. I saw. He opened the door and Carl was standing there with his pajamas around his ankles. He was in such a hurry he didn't even look at Brent's half shaved head. From the sounds that came through the door Carl was in worse shape than he was.The both of them spent the day in bed, taking turns running for the bathroom and feeling like crap. That was weird, considering all the crap that was coming out of them there shouldn't have been enough left to make them feel like crap. One of his teachers always. Hagrid turned a rusty nod then a switch and hot water was pouring down.Here you go Hermione!, said Hagrid, i will go search my crossbow inside and i'll go hunting. Take all the time you want then, close this switch. And he was gone. Hermione Granger stepped inside the big camping shower. It was so big she could stand inside next to the panel an stay dry. She closed the door and got naked.She blushed a little when she heard the giant pass next to the cabin of to the wood but, he said. (Will that leave a stain?) One hand went to her tits to caress each in turn. She tweaked each nipple until it was hard. I could barely see her tits because my stroking blurred my vision. Her nipples were small and they stood out from her tits like little round buttons. Surrounded by a small light brown areola, her tits were just perfect. Smaller than my Marge, but still perky and proud. I reached around her hips and grabbed a handful of tit. Her free hand closed over my hand. She squeezed.