"I don't want to spend too much time thinking about this or I might change my mind," she said as she was pulling off my teeshirt over my head, then ru...bing her hands, palms down, along my chest as she leaned her head forward and tongued my mouth again while her hands dropped to my belt.She got it open and was pulling my shorts to the floor leaving me in my white briefs standing there before her. She leaned forward and kissed right on the bulge, then pulled my briefs right off as my cock sprung. . you grab the shower to start rinsing it all of... your free hand sliding along the newly shaved skin... oh so sensitive... you feel the fingers glide along your balled pussy, down to your lips... spreading them... opening them for the water to rush along passed your clit.You move the head closer, now letting the streams of water caress your clit... Your free hand burying one finger inside your empty hole... the slick wet slipperiness that doesn't come from water covering them...First slow... He prefered to wear what he was wearing today, all-terrain New Balance shoes, khaki cargo pants, a gray v-neck shirt under a navy blue half zip sweater. One would say he was unremarkable.His father was an Army man, hauling he and his mother around the nation every three years, it hadn’t allowed them to put any roots down, which had caused Roland Jackson to not become close to anyone other than his parents.His father had died just last year in Afghanistan, which had been hard. He made sure to. Hermione bit her lower lip not taking her gaze away from Ron.‘What.....no I’m not,’ she said defensively. Harry flashed Hermione a knowing smile.‘Ok Hermione, I’ll sees ya later,’ he said with a wink, leaving Hermione to continue with her lustful gazing. *Ron was having the time of his life. He had never remembered being so popular and his bad mood of the last few weeks disappeared immediately. Somebody passed Ron another butterbeer as he danced and shouted in excitement. ‘WON-WON!’ somebody.