”Lily laughed bitterly, “That would be nice, but with my luck, somebody from this side of the line would recognize me and I get pilloried in the p...ess for disrespecting James’ sacrifice or something, and people would lynch me if I set foot in Diagon Alley!”Her sister stared at her in shock, “You mean you haven’t gotten laid since James died? That’s not right! I’d have snapped and hurt somebody years ago if I didn’t get pounded good and hard on the regular.” Petunia paused, frowning in thought,. You could see some of her bush sticking out past the panty part of the cheerleading outfit. I asked Denice to see what she could find out about that bush when she was in the shower with her in Gym class. She told me they were not in the same class but would find a way to go to the gym during that class and get a peek. She came back a few days later and told me she was amazingly neat and a perfect triangle shape but that it was big triangle but she really wasn't hairy beyond that. She noticed it. I recollected my consciousness and try to throw away the laziness from my body. After getting freshened up I came down to have tea and breakfast. My parents also do not live in the village due to my father’s job. My father’s elder brother is the one who resides in the village to take care of our ancestral land. My village is not some fancy village as described in Bollywood movies or other stories. It’s a common northern Indian village without any river or lake or mountains (though have some. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more".