Curious about people in the way we all are. She got much more for her glance. The napkin had made a slight ripple that basically showed your hand with...my cock from the downward angle she was at. She had pause just long enough for you to realize she knew what was up. And you, of course, started to stroke me ever so slowly. Your fingers gripping me hard feeling so good.I coughed slightly breaking he moment that was just a few seconds but felt like an eternity. She stood back up and before she. Her skinny legs spread wide, the expression on her face seems to cry out “Fuck me. Fuck me here and now”. That’s one of the wonderful things about fantasy, you can make up any story as you go along. I have her saved on my toolbar so I can look at her anytime I need a bit of inspiration. My fingers begin traveling a little faster now. Pinching the head a little harder. But still using just my thumb and forefinger. My breathing gets a bit raspier and my balls are beginning to tense up closer to. Either way, it’s hot. You two are going at it like a couple teenagers who are just learning to kiss. I see plenty of tongue, so much so that before long, both your faces are wet with spit and there’s even some dripping down your chins. I sit on the couch, watching the two of you and grab my beer. After a couple minutes there is a change in your kissing. It isn’t as hard, as deep, as passionate… I say nothing and continue watching. A moment later, there’s a big change in your kiss. Now. That is, until Hermione listened more carefully. Above the din, she could just barely make out a repeated thudding sound that sounded to her like flesh hitting flesh. "Oh, my God!" Hermione exclaimed when her ears followed the sound back to Ron's bed. "Is he wanking?" she asked the room. In six seconds she was through the curtain and could see for herself. Sure enough, Ron was wide awake and had thrown off his covers. A generous amount of lube covered his right hand, and he was pumping his.