She didn’t have the money to pay for the car to be fixed. She didn’t have a boyfriend, so she wasn’t cheating on anyone. But what if Derek was m...rried? Well, that was his problem. He was older than her dad, well, he should be grateful then. She could only make a fool out of herself at worst. At best, her car would be fixed for cheap.She walked back out, a coy little smile playing about her lips. “I’ll just need to get my house keys off that keyring,” she said holding out her hand. As he passed. His hand closed on her head. “Come on, Brooke, keep going. Suck it out of me like a good girl. And don’t even think of coming first, you little slut.” So he knew in all his gathering excitement that her fingers were frantic between her own legs. She slowed and gave her concentration to him, till his hand pressed heavier and his balls clenched beneath her pumping fist. “Here we go. Don’t you miss a drop.”With that, he blew his load.Shit! Inundation. Sheer cheek-bloating inundation, hard-pumped. She is a beautiful woman by all standards. Her complexion is fair; she has sharp facial features with big eyes that are full of expression. She has a head-full of thick, curly black hairs that reach down to her shoulders and which she normally parts in the middle. A thin line of red sindur is applied on this parting, indicating her marital status. She is around 5’ and 3” tall and is of slender built. But my word what other endowments has she been blessed with. Her breasts are round and they. A bit over a year had past since that battle and the school, which had been heavy rebuild after the battle, was about to reopen this fall. He was happy to return to the school, hopefully for a year when nobody would try to kill him. He grabbed a picture from the table next to the lounge chair in the library and looked at it. Three young women were waving on it. Ginny, Hermione and Luna had spent the last month travelling America together. Harry himself had spent a few weeks in Ireland, staying.