Harrys voice reached the red-haired boy as if it came from another place and another time. Ron turned slowly towards his friend, wearing the dumbest o... his smiles. Harry raised his eyebrows, but with a quick glance at Hermione he understood. Did you hear a word I said? he asked his friend, faking an annoyed tone. Or were you too busy concentrated on Hermione? Ron flushed slightly. Blue, he said, you said that its turning blue. Harry nodded, crossing his arms on his chest. And? Ron, said Ron. I was a good woman. Not a whorish slut. But Principal Carver’s dick felt sooooo good. My pussy was on fire. And his cock was so thick. What would it feel like in me?My hands squeezed my daughter’s thighs as she thrashed in orgasmic bliss.“How much for your cunt, Mrs. Umayyah?” the principal asked.“I’m not ... for sale!” I panted. Then, with the greatest effort of will, I stood up and yanked down my skirt. I spun around, facing him, my breasts heaving in my blouse. My pussy burning, itching,. She gasped, lips parting. He tasted of whiskey and his musky scent filled her with desire so strong it burned like the liquor they’d shared. She drew a deep breath, drank him in, and kissed him hard.Gentle yet insistent, she eased him onto his back and nimbly flipped a leg over his torso. Still kissing him, she inched down his abdomen until her pussy hovered over his cock. He raised his hips, soft cockhead nosing her moist slit. His gaze locked on her eyes, pleading for entry. She smiled. Heat. Helen smiled up at me "Wow" she said if Anne-Marie don't ever want you Anthony dear. I will have you any time."Helen seemed to be studying my cock, intently. My cock was dark purple in colour in her tight grip and a dollop of precum was forming at the tip. Finally Helen looked up at me and said with a slight drunken slur. "You are so big." I had no response to that, so I just nodded my head. Helen returned her gaze back to my cock. I watched in awe when her tongue flicked out of her mouth and.