We packed pretty light, just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies our clothes and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpa...ks. We hiked for almost 4 hours when we noticed it was started to get cloudy. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and we decided it may be best to pick a spot to make camp. We still had another hour to walk before we got to our favorite fishing spot, but we thought it best to finish in the morning. Before we could get the gear unpacked it started. The young beauty brought her mouth up along her lover’s neck and nipped at the sensitive flesh, sucking and lightly biting to leave her mark on him. All the while the wizard’s hips never stilled, driving in and pulling out of the redhead’s box with unfaltering regularity. The softness and heat of the young woman’s wet vagina squeezed around the immortal Potter’s hardness as she flexed her inner muscles. Susan had been coached by Hermione and Nym on how to manipulate her kegel muscles and she. I was ready. Breathing heavily, my heart thumping in my ears, I was now kneeling over him, straddling his groin. I took his soft two inch penis into my hand and played with him, I managed to grab the penis in a certain way and pull back on the skin so I could reveal his purple head, although smaller now than before it was still shining. I lowered myself very slowly onto his penis and gasped with pleasure as I felt the first caress of his tiny penis on my magic button. At this point I lost all. "Don't worry," I told her, "Practitioners of bondage and degradation and sado-masochism call breasts 'fun bags, ' because they're extremely sensitive, but can handle a tremendous amount of abuse. If I told you some of the things I've seen done to titties, you'd probably pee yourself - but ultimately, the women involved weren't permanently damaged." I went over and ran my hands over Karen's left breast, squeezing gently, "How does that feel, Slut?" Omigawd!" Karen gasped. Clearly she was.