I couldn't figure out what was going on. My mom started to cry and didn't think it was fair. She then slowly told my dad they would tell me tomorrow b...t only as little as I needed to know. I heard them say it was time to go to bed so I snuck back up to my room and softly closed the door.I heard my parents go into their room and close the door. What was that all about? I didn't even have a clue but it was all I could think about all night.The next day after school my mom called me in and she. He wanted to see, I knew he did but he was not going to do a thing as he was so turned on by my actions he could not think straight by this time but knew that he had to at minimum focus on the road so we would not wreck. I realized that all he could see was the shiny silky material over my hand pushing up and down and rubbing about. He wanted in, he wanted to see and he wanted to touch. I pulled the silky material to the side so he could see where my fingers disappeared to inside my g-string. Before the witch could even mourn the loss of the stimulation she felt as if dozens of fingers were exploring her pussy. The Rider grinned as he revealed a trick he had been practicing for some time. The spell was learned from the golden book in the mage’s trunk tree house. “Oh…ugh…oh shit…what are you doing to me Harry,” Nymphadora said.The wizard did not answer. Harry’s mouth kissed and suckled along his woman’s neck as he continued to work his hardness between her buns. The Potter male loved. Jim Simpson: fishing in the rain, boating in whitecaps, climbing mountains, spending a quiet day reading. Then, ‘be gone for three days,’ he announced. ‘Where to? Can I go along?’ ‘Washington. You can’t go along on these trips until you propose to me. You would be considered a security risk now,’ he answered with a big smile. That night, Amelia lay in ‘Her’ bedroom, smiling to herself. He had been as good as his word. He kissed her anytime she was near. He put his arm across hers or around.