But to my fault she was not looking at me, she was looking at her husband who was coming from a shop after me, I didnt knew it, I started smiling at h...r and as I was about to move forward, her man passed me. He sat on his driver seat and started the car and went off, but she did looked at me through her rear window, I waved my hand a little. I was wondering who she was, I wished I meet her again. After sometime my friend came and we went for celebration but my heart and mind was still thinking. Hermione smiled, she always liked being complimented on doing a job well. After a few more strokes though, she began to worry. Would this be fast enough? They had already taken several minutes arguing, and she did want to get Harry back to the Hog's Head before the group left. Well, she did know of a way to finish him faster…"Harry? When did you last take a shower?" she asked, keeping up her pumping."Huh?" Harry sounded distracted, which brought a slight giggle to her. Part of her loved the. "I think we have been together long enough and done enough you know I am not going to laugh so what?" you ask."Well," she says shyly, "Do you ever wonder...you know...how it feels for...for the 'other side'?" You mean, do I ever wonder what sex feels like for a woman?" you ask. She nods quickly, and you say, "Well, yeah, I guess I have wondered what it feels like for you. I guess if I could better understand what you're experiencing, then I'd be able to better please you."This suggestion brings. The woman was getting closer and I was truly becoming nervous. It was most likely an illusion; my mind was desperate to escape from reality. But the figure kept coming ever closer. I could feel the panic setting in already. She stopped about 20 feet in front of me. She looked and rubbed her eyes and then looked again, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing either. Neither could I, if that gave her any comfort. I blinked twice and she was still there.“Chris?” she asked, her voice was.