Roger would then get down on his knees andstart sucking her pussy. "Those were the days," Roger said smilinghappily at the memories. As he purchased t...e maid's outfit he was surethat this number would drive his wife wild.Finally Saturday came and Roger busied himself all day making sure thatall the laundry was done and the cleaning. Later that evening he madesure that Laura had everything that she needed for her sleepover. Once hehad taken Laura to where she needed to go he then headed home. Andre pulled his cock out of Gyda's red, swollen ass hole, followed by thick globs of cum that ran down to her pussy and dripped to the floor.Leroy moved over next to Andre who stood up, Gyda got up onto her knees as the two old men slapped and rubbed their slimy, stinky cocks all over her face, their hands were groping her all over her worn out little body, Gyda reached up and grabbed Leroy and Andre's coks in her hands and started to pump them furiously, she was really getting into this whole. So what if I didn't know that was love until about sixth year, I know that's what its always been. And alright, I never made my move, or even planned to. I believed Hermione would come to me, because why the hell wouldn't she.I was happy when she was dating Viktor, because it was a passing phase that was too implausible even in fairytales. I was happy when she crushed on my brother, because I was always around then, much easier to be her friend and then one day fuck her senseless.But who. Actually, she and I had a game of our own we had been playing the last few vacations. I always enjoyed her purposeful flirting and told her many times over the years how much it turned me on. In fact it took several times playing our little game before she finally confessed that it kind of turned her on too. From the beginning though she warned me that flirting was the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was quite enough, and the only reason she continued to do it was because.