Something rustled in the brush behind me. Startled, I fumbled with the pack and dropped it. A dog; a mangy dirty mutt came forth, panting. I held out ...y hand for him to smell. He growled, sniffing the air. I lowered my head and tried to remain calm.More rustling in the brush. Three more dogs came out. They looked malnourished. Perhaps they were wild dogs? I didn't know and at the time, didn't care.As I watched the one growling in front of me, another; a scraggly german shepherd grabbed my. " But how do I do that?" asked Hermione."You're on your own there, Hermione - I don't have any more experience with boys than you do - in fact, less - I don't even know where I was before Hogwarts. But I don't think you need instruction from anyone. Just follow your instincts." Their conversation with cut short by the arrival of Lavender Brown coming up the stairs. Imogen picked up the Potions book she'd put down, and quickly changed the topic. Despite the premature end to the subject of Ron,. She jerked me off rubbing my meat with her hands against her sweaty body.I felt like I was already about to explode when she shifted in the seat and initiated a move us to the back of the van. We crawled over the seats into the back, the seats were stowed so we had plenty of room, I leaned back on my knees my cock still in her hands as she pushed me back and took my cock in her mouth. She licked the head and rubbed it on the top of her tongue, every few seconds she would guide the whole shaft. Joe and I drop in from time to time. The beer is cheap—hell you could get high on the beer fumes that come out of the woodwork.So last Friday we are letting the first couple of cold drafts slide down our throats when Joe nudges me. "Check out the blonde," he says.I look. She is in her mid thirties, a few pounds overweight. Tight skirt, no bra. Butt overflows the barstool a bit. Looks like she's been in the Vee Jay for a while.Joe is no slouch with women. "Gimme a few minutes," he says, and.