His free hand grabbed one of hers, but her other slipped to his belt, deftly unfastening it and then pulling open the top button of his chinos. ‘Sor...y?’ he mumbled again. ‘Yes, I know I rang you…’ It was so difficult to concentrate with Katherine working at his chinos, but Grace was asking why he was calling her and he had to clear his brain, think of something. He felt his zip being lowered as he attempted to speak. ‘It’s just that… er… we haven’t seen much of each other lately, and I wanted. Just lean back and enjoy.”Jeni placed her hands on each side of my hips and started riding my cock with long strokes. She would lean back and I had an unrestricted view of her pussy spreading around my cock each time she lowered herself on to it and each time she raised up. Finally leaning forward, she placed her hands on my shoulders and rode me harder and faster. I could see her breasts bounce as she moved on my cock. It was all driving me towards another orgasm, but not before it drove Jeni. Hermione and Ginny had matured in their ability to pleasure one another over the past two years, and soon, even Hermione’s very intimate massage was not enough to satisfy "that" need in the lusty redhead. Hermione knew her well enough to know when that time came and she moved silently lower on the bed, pushing Ginny’s legs farther apart to give herself better access. She smiled to herself as she thought about Harry, and wondered if he would know how to please Ginny. "Maybe I could offer to give. “Is that what the sisters call it?” “Oh, no--they don’t call it anything. But it looks to me like the top of a weasel’s head. I just call it that by myself.” “It’s called a cunt, Angelique. It’s a beautiful thing and not at all like a weasel.” I’ll call it a cunt if it pleases Father, but to myself it will still be my weasel. Weasel seems more friendly than cunt. “Do you know what it’s for, Angelique?” I know it’s for peeing and getting the curse, but I don’t think that’s the answer he wants..