I slowly start to work my hands back up your legs. There is no mistaking this time… you feel my tounge also trailing up your legs… as I work my wa... up your legs, you feel mine kneel on the outsides of your…. my tounge following my hands up over your exposed buttocks… up the small of your back… across your shoulder blades until my lips wrap around first your neck then your ear…. You arch, creating just enough space to roll over… we’re suddenly facing one another… after gazing into each other’s. I had another theory. What if I cut it up and added it to the potion when I needed it? Or I could bottle it if needed for a later date. The potions book was definitive that the hair needed to be added to the brew whilst in the process of brewing - not once it had gone cold. The brew was able to stay warm for a few weeks so I had some time up my sleeve to work with but not that much. I decided to cut and bottle it - that way I could have more fun than a one-time only deal. From then on I. She was moaning and swearing again. After a minute of working my cock in and out a little at a time, we were each well enough to begin to fuck in earnest. I was just beginning to wonder what Saranya was doing when she set a chair down just a foot or so to my left, splayed her thighs over either arm of the chair, and as I watched, she opened up her dark outer lips to reveal the most beautiful pink glowing pussy insides I have ever seen!!! Her fingers gathered her wetness up and she smeared it. She was also obviously getting excited as with each movement of her body against mine she moaned and sighed. Finally when we broke the kiss to breathe some air I was able to identify my attacker; it was Marge."I have been looking for you in this damn pool for nearly ten minutes." She said rubbing her bald pussy against my cock."I'm glad you found me." I'm glad you are glad," She replied, "I'm sure that by now Steve has found Lizbeth, he was looking for her." That's nice;" I answered her as if.