Worried that he would put his knees on the back of the dress and tear it while he was making love to his wife, he bunched the dress up enough to slide...it up her hips where it would, hopefully, be at least somewhat out of the way.I’ve made love to her many times in her quarters, my quarters, and our scout, so how can it feel so different now? But it does, and I think she feels it, too. Well, if we die in the coming battle, at least we’ll die married.He didn’t know whether she was nervous now. A tingling like that of when my lover touches me, loves me. I pause for a moment, this can’t be real, this is a dream, a dream of how much I miss him, I want him, I need him, but no… he is not here. But the wetness I feel is real. I reach, with one hand, to feel the wetness. I move my hand across my thigh, my hip, slowly touching my skin as I go. Feeling my skin react to the touch of my hand, ooh god you are here aren’t you my lover, this is you touching me sending me on this roller coaster. Carefully moaning in my sheet , fucking my toy bbc and loving iti cum sit on it deep bouncing on my bedbecoming the cock lover i was , not thinking about anything but the bbc in my hole stretching up myself like a boy pussy i spent the next days at night looking at porn fucking on my bbc toygoing down the sissy path without realising itTuring my tight boy hole into a cock loving cuntall it need was the timing , i kinda knew it , wanted it then on a saturday at the park with friends i must have. She could hear a happy couple spending some time together in the room closest to her.Hannah quickly walked past that room to reach the last door in the hall. She gave a quiet knock on the door before pushing it open.The room was sparse and dimly lit. A torch and a few small candles gave a gentle light to the room. A small cupboard to store clothes in and an old desk and wooden chair. A nice loveseat was placed beside the door. A small window overlooked Diagon Alley but the curtains that.