Before long I was whisked off to what looked like a night club. By this point I was feeling good as I entered to the club and ordered another drink. T...e Techno music that was playing urged me to get up and dance.Seeing the reflection of who I was, a tall slender blonde German girl in the mirrors on the dance floor made me let loose. I danced with anyone that asked and I didn’t care if their hands roamed all over my body. Then one guy stuck his fingers in me and was making me orgasm.That was. She dropped her weight onto Harry, grabbing his shoulders and rolling so that he ended up on top of her.Harry placed a hand on either side of Hermione's shoulders and lifted his body above her, but then hesitated and slid down the bed so that he too might taste Hermione's passion. She whimpered when his tongue touched the tender bud just outside her opening, and she made sounds almost like a cat's purr when he slipped two fingers inside her as he continued to nibble at that most sensitive spot.. Her breathing had become harder and she moaned and mewled softly into my mouth. Her body was starting to surrender and her mind was becoming cloudy.I moved away from her just an inch or so–just long enough to gather her dress and hike it up around her waist a little. Then I reached down and began rubbing her pussy through her panties, rubbing her hard enough she could really feel it now. She gasped at first, the idea of anyone touching her down there like that was strange–it had been so long. She had opened the refrigerator and freezer marveling at how much each could hold although at the moment they were basically empty.The breakfast area was one of the most impressive things she had ever seen. It wasn't just a simple table, but an old fashion booth with a table from a 1950s diner. It had all the little accoutrements – salt and pepper shakers, a sugar shaker, a napkin holder, the red and yellow plastic bottles for catchup and mustard, and that little silver rail that kept it all.