She slowly said, "I enjoy 'all' aspects of being married to Brad. We have spent a lot of time where people couldn't hear us. I will have to learn to s...ream more quietly." She grinned broadly. "But I will scream!"I looked at her. "Where is the girl who was so worried about her reputation?" She's married and very sensuously happy with her husband. I have a license to scream."We all laughed and moved to talking about ways and means rather than if or maybe. Finally, we agreed that we would simply. It was a bloody holiday and as all his well-meaning friends said, he should get out and try to stop brooding. Fine. He'd go to a Muggle pub and find someone tall, dark, and brooding. Maybe for a moment eh could pretend that it was Sirius. It wouldn't suit but he could always fantasize. And if he found a nicely Alpha top and he didn't have to see the man's face, all the better.He looked up at a sign, deciding that this pub would do as well as any. It was obviously a gay bar and some of the men. I myself have never suffered them nor have I observed their effects, but I know several women who have observed or experienced events they believe cannot be explained any other way.”She took a sip of her tea.“At the equinoxes and at the solstices, and on other special days like Samhain, there are festivals, you know that, right?” Amélie and Sandrine nodded. “Well, it’s no exaggeration to say there is extraordinary consumption of alcohol and other spirits during these festivals. Or so I am. '' I replied sarcastically. She chuckled and with her middle finger, began circling my clitoris, I tried to move to stop her but I couldn't. ''I'm a little too sensitive,'' I told her, but she just leaned in and kissed me before going back to my nipple. Her circling became a little more vigorous, my stomach tensed as she massaged my clitoris. Her finger slipped a little lower and right into me, I gasped as it curled up to the roof of my vagina.''That's not fair, I can't move.'' I told her,.