Had he known Imogen was there, he would have walked with her, glad of the chance to talk. The girl was every bit as beautiful as Fleur Delacour, but m...re approachable. He was still annoyed at Hermione for how she'd embarrassed him in front of Imogen at breakfast. He hoped Imogen would sit near him again, so that maybe they would be able to converse. His reverie was interrupted by a guffaw of laughter, and he turned around suddenly. He was surprised to see Imogen, given that he had just been. It was tight as hell, I didn’t know how she would take my whole dick inside her ass. Just so you guys know, I have a pretty decent dick size, 6 and a half inches long and around 3-4 inches in girth. I positioned my dick on her asshole and tried to penetrate her but couldn’t. It was really tight. She told me to go get oil, I brought oil and put it on her asshole and on my dick, a lot of it. I tried to enter her now and it was going in. She told to push it in very slowly since it was hurting her.. ” As if she hadn’t had to tell him that! But his greeting had been delightful.So was dinner. He’d made an extra effort. This was truly coming home. She dozed while he cooked, and she woke to his “Dinner is served.”“Mmm,” she said after she’d tasted the meal, “I think I’ll keep him.”“You have been keeping me,” he said. “I can pay rent now, though. We’ll settle up after dinner.” That broke her mood a little -- George was so bourgeois -- but only a little. If you had to be nagged about paying. .I'm passing by her...few feet's in front...to hell with it..."Hey, do you need help with that bag?" I ask her..."Nah, I can, thanks.."..."I know you can, hey can you carry mine also?"...she gave me weird look and then we laughed...she gave me her bag...walking, chatting...she's really nice..has son, divorced and she lives in her app quite near my place..."I'm here..."she says, we slowed our walk like we want to make it last longer, thinking how to make this last longer..."Hey, you helped me.