I imagined his long, nimble finger was doing what I was doing to my clitoris. I imagined him bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. I imagined hi... hand squeezing my left breast the way I was doing it right then. I moaned again. The ardor grew stronger as I kept flicking my clit faster and faster. "Shit," I shrieked, knowing how close I was to having my orgasm. I wet my finger several more times so I had better access to my small, hard nub. That's when I started to tingle all over with. But now that it was out, could he find the strength to control it? Alternatively, did he even want to? Then as he dove deeper into the depths of his mind to look for an answer as to why this had happened, seductive images of his mother's naked figure remerged.Fuck. Dean thought as he sinfully pictured his mother lying on her back, legs spread with her eyes closed while her fingers drabbled between her legs, causing his dick to get rock hard once again.Dean shook his head and rocketed out of. I started to suck them furiously. Oh my god , they were so nice and fucking hard.Then once again I took my fingers and put them at her now wet cunt while sucking as hard as I could on her nipples. My cock was so hard. It needed to escape the confines of my jeans.I took a moment and undid my belt and pulled my jeans down off of my waist and then my shorts. My hard aching cock was now free. Now I got into the best position I could in that small truck to lean down and put my face to her wet juicy. “Yup, it feels as if your body is made of rubber now. Frankly, I’m surprised you managed to keep your cognitions, though I would wager a guess that you won’t keep your mind for very long.” Harry said, slowly sliding his hands up Hermione’s body. Her eyes were frantically moving in every direction now, as she figured out just what Harry was planning on doing. Harry’s fingers reached underneath her robe, and stopped just before Hermione’s panties. “Now what are these doing here? Nice silk.