I started to grind and hump and it was not long before her pussy was slippery.She shook and kept moaning and I finally pulled back and started to fuck...her firmly. I kept it up as she lifted her hips and her pussy tightened and grasped my cock. She hugged me tight a minute later and I kissed her as she wailed. She jerked and thrashed and struggled as I continued to fuck her, "mmmm!"Before long she was incoherent and bucking while her pussy gripped my cock and milked it. I fucked her hard and. She is a short zaftig lady, maybe 5'2", with pretty flashing brown eyes, pug nose, quick smile, a grey page boy, a belly, ample breasts, prominent behind, and sturdy thick thighs and legs down to pretty small feet. It is a peasant's body, made for reproduction and stomping grapes as did generations of her Sicilian ancestors. I would also learn after so many years of acquaintance that there was a molten pool of sexual hunger flowing within her knowing, witty and outwardly tranquil façade.Before. I started getting paid some nice bucks nowadays. I don't have much of a personal life, but I do have a bachelor pad I get back to each morning and sleep in to my hearts content.I rolled out of bed most days at noon or later. By the way, my name really is Richard King — I probably should've made something up, considering the nature of my show. I'm brown-haired, 6-2 and 24 years old. I went to college and got a degree in Radio Telecommunications. I immediately started working at a local radio. He flipped from channel to channel, hoping to find something that would make sense to him, but without success. He switched off the t.v. using the remote, wondering again how Muggles managed that trick without magic. He went to the small closet and pulled out from under his clothes the copy of the Daily Prophet that he'd retrieved a few days before. The first time he'd read it, he'd had eyes only for Rita Skeeter's article in which she'd given a complete account of her decision to turn herself.