Moving to stand behind her, I admired the reflected glory of those full breasts, sensuous curves and deep ripples of flesh which softly rained with dr...plets onto the tiled floor as we let the warm air dry us. Blushing under the scrutiny of my gaze she lowered her head, but I reached round to gently lift her chin up with my fingers and tell her that; "you've got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of Tracy. It's your husband who should be, for shaming you by taking someone who's only half the woman. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been fucked in a laundry room. Maybe it was in her first marriage when, at a party, a guy who had been coming on to her got them away from the rest and she had a semi-reluctant quickie. Her husband had never been that adventurous. Using that dryer was never the same again.It was apparent this one wouldn’t last long either. Just as she thought it, the familiar pulses surged inside her and he withdrew, probably in a hurry to get to work. She lay on the. She took the stairs two at a time, and in her dorm quickly dressed and got a cloak to wear against the autumn weather. She noticed that Lavender Brown had finally spotted the Prada bag placed under her bed, and it was now sitting proudly on top of her chest. As she had dressed, Imogen had felt the anticipation building inside her, and looking out a window onto the empty grounds, she admitted to herself that she desperately had wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but had felt bad about giving herself a. Get that fucker deep up inside your ass.”Somehow, I doubted that it would have provided any relief for her pussy, given that they were both irritants, and not actually hot or cold. Heh.Muting the volume, I turned my attention to the girls who were still obediently trying to make out around my cock.“This is so much fun!” I exclaimed. “But now I think I want my own private show. Jaime, what do you reccomend?”The brunette pulled away from my cock, leaving it to her little sister.“Jessie’s most.