”This person, a nun, was too young appearing to be from my past. That is, I assumed her to be talking about recognizing me from the years I spent in...the parochial way up to grade twelve. After that I was off to graphic arts training transitioning to Hawaii and a biology major, drafted in the Army, so on, all a mix now of just plain old confusion, fear and anxiety. And she was holding my penis! She seemed to be enjoying herself. How could this happen?With two bottles occupying my grip I glanced. Moving to my one side she began to work my stomach, lower stomach area then down my thighs to the knees. As she did this she bunched up the towel and had it covering my junk. I figured today I was only going to get a massage… no Happy Ending. After she repeated the same things on my other side she told me to flip over again. She held the towel up as I flipped over I made sure my cock was pointing straight down again. Then she covered me with the towel again; from head to toe like a mummy.. It was only the muggleborn and raised among the crowd that realized that Harry was wearing a wetsuit that would help keep him warm in the lake. The crowd now watched silently as Harry walked into the water and then straddled his creation. He laid his hand on a plate of runes behind the steering handles, and soon everyone heard a low thrum that was really more felt than heard by ear. The unusual craft turned slowly, orientating toward the center of the lake, and it was not noticed by many that. “Enjoy. Both of you. Take your time. And then, I think, the knickers.”He stepped forward, ran his palms over the curves of a small, pert bottom, the knickers stretched tightly across rounded buttocks. His touch elicited a little sigh of gratification. He lingered, caressing, squeezing, exploring. A wriggle of Isabel’s bottom urged him to continue. Eventually, he slid his hands inside the waist elastic and, inch by inch, let the silky material glide down her thighs and all the way to the floor..