He positioned himself over me once more now, his dick poised perfectly at my entrance. Please, I groaned, Just put it in already. Dont move, he told ...e, giving me that smirk that only made me more and more wet, Do you want me to put it in? Yes, I elongated the word, practically purring. He began slowly moving the head up and down along my lips, never quite going in, Not until you beg. No, I groaned, Please, just put it in! Please! He continued to move himself just outside me, positioned now. I started to move his hand up when he reached the navel; he dug his middle finger into it and circled it around a number of times. Then his hand began to journey to her breasts. His palm gently cupped one breast and moved in a circle all over it. Finally his palm rested at its tip and he squeezed the tit pressing up as he squeezed. He did the same with the other breast. She kept on breathing fast and she gulped a number of times between her moans, as if her mouth was watering. Tapan now started. Penny and Ryan had been in a relationship for five intense, lust-filled years. Not long after the beginning of this time, they didn't even bother hiding it from Scott anymore, although they remained teasingly discreet. They didn't openly having sex in front of him, but that didn't stop them from fondling and kissing one another in the same room he was in. Penny remembered being in the darkness of the loungeroom and having her tongue sucked by Ryan's tender small lips as her son creepily watched. When more than one witch or wizard makes the potion at the same time, the better potion reveals itself by turning a gold colour." And the loser's potion?" asked Snape."It turns a leaden colour," replied Imogen."Ten points for Gryffindor," said Snape, unable to help himself, and immediately wishing that he'd bitten his tongue. "Now as Imogen has explained, the potion itself will be the judge. Whoever the potion judges to be the winner will earn his house twenty-five points. But someone's potion.