As he stroked himself, he noticed his book had opened and floated over in front of Hermione's heart shaped ass. Harry tried to move the book out of th... way, so that he wouldn't miss such a glorious sight, but the text just expanded off the page. As he had no other choice, Harry read the passage. "If a witch is not taken by your natural charms, and you desperately need to ease your loins, don't masturbate! Simply power up an object with your symbol of power, which is by the way, on the front of. Light yellow, nearly white blonde hair. Delicate, beautiful features, looking like Twiggy back in the sixties. Tall and slim like all the models, with a perfect model's butt. Dressed just like Sarah in a generic robe and nothing else. The blonde looked up from her books, a thick text and a yellow note pad, lowered her cute cat's eye glasses and gazed at Sarah. She waved Sarah to her."Sit," she said. "I know that look." She had a distinguished London accent."Really? Here?" I look in the mirror. She was about to orgasm, she could feel the heat building inside of her. She took a huge bite of her sandwich, more than she could chew. She was cuming hard and what came out of her mouth as loud moans were her screams of pleasure and delight muffled by the gobs of sticky peanut butter and gooey jelly in her mouth. She continued to feverishly thrust her fingers into her pussy and rub on her sweet clit, and she was about to peak again. She shoved another big bite of her peanut butter and jelly. Their best laid schemes aside, what they are best at is ruining my best laid schemes. It had been a terrific date, dinner, dancing, drinks and soft sweet jazz at Dante's. It had been pretty much everything I want from a first date. I had already decided that he was a second dater. I had already decided to put out a nice wine and put satin sheets on the bed for our next date. When the band finished their last set, he paid the tab, left a generous tip and took me by the hand to his car. I got.