" "Please what, Nora?" "Please, Sir, I want to come, please!" "You're a very good girl, Nora. Others in your position might have asked for something m...re specific - to be fucked, or eaten, or touched. But you just want to come and don't care how." She scarcely listened to him - she was far too distracted by her insistant pussy. Again, she pleaded, "Please, sir, oh God, please!" He smiled and crawled up on the bed between her legs. He reached up by her sides and took a wrist in each of his hands. Most of them weren’t true. Should I be worried?” asked Mandy.“Well, I heard a beautiful woman came to stay with Bob. And I heard you kissed him at the cafe.”“Yes, I did kiss him there,” said Mandy.“You are beautiful,” said the girl, staring at the woman.“Well thank you,” said Mandy.“I thought people were exaggerating, you know, like folks do sometimes.”“Yes.” Mandy had no further reply.“Some people said you’re his niece, but that can’t be right. Nieces don’t kiss their uncles like that .... That had all come out yesterday, in day two of the trial. Not that it really did any good. They held it in courtroom ten, the same room where Harry had been put on trial for repelling the Dementors. They called primary school teachers from Harry's younger days. They had Obliviated them afterwards, of course. Harry was a troublemaker. The reason he was wearing such baggy clothing was he had to earn better ones. Vernon had read about it in some weird magazine or other. Got a troublesome kid? Make. Dressed in flowered bike shorts which hugged that tight little ass like a second skin. Her top was a bike racing jersey, one with some Italian names I had no clue about. She was carrying her bike shoes in her hands with flip flops on her feet. A small backpack hung from her shoulders that I assumed carried part of the homework Renee mentioned. Her eyes were a sea green from what I could tell. Her dark red hair was in a ponytail swishing about from underneath her helmet which matched the colors.