It’s apparent she hasn’t had anything this gentle for a long time. Finally Tiffany reaches her hand under Steph’s neck and plucks at the knot ho...ding her bikini top in place. Once undone, she slides it down to expose Steph’s breasts. They are lovely and firm and look like two apples. The nipples are hard and puckered and begging to be sucked. Tiffany begins to massage them and Steph squirms on the couch. ‘You have lovely breasts, Steph.’ ‘Oh…thank you…oh…’ is all Steph can say. Tiffany begins. Little did Harry and Hermione know, but the common room was not empty that day of their sex session. Sat in the corner in the shadows, too shocked to move or speak, sat little Dennis Creevey, too mesmerised by watching his hero Harry fuck the brains out of the gorgeous Hermione. Rumours slowly spread through the school of their love-making until finally they reached the ears of a certain Cho Chang. ‘Apparently Harry Potter shagged Hermione Granger in the Gryffindor Common Room a few weeks. " We'd have to let Beth in on our secret." She said, concerned. "I'm not crazy about that, but you're right, leaving them behind would put them at risk." She turned to Samantha. "Is your mother home? If not, we'll need to go to her. We have to move fast, it's possible that Alek has already been broken and they could be on their way here right now." She won't be home for a couple of hours, and I'm not entirely sure where she is. She's already left work and I know she planned on paying some bills. Rachel had decided to revisit the painting she had been working on in her spare time, on a canvas in the living room. Her little brother, Cale, 17 blue eyes like his father and jet black hair, like his mother, was flipping through the cable guide menu on the couch nearby. He was beginning to notice steadily the lack of quality programming throughout his channel selections within the next couple hours. “Why don’t you order a movie, teddy bear?” Rachel said, finishing the fine, dark stroke.