Don’t you think this is the same thing?”John had the decency to look uncomfortable at the question. Was it because he knew I was right, or because...he had cheated on his wife? I didn’t know and really didn’t care. “That’s true, but it’s not about the cheating, it’s about the lying. That’s the crime.”“That’s a subtle distinction, don’t you think? We aren’t destroying a man because he cheated on his wife, but because he lied about it? You don’t think that’s more than a little hypocritical coming. The other guy sprayed her body. By now she had managed to get four of the guys off and they had cummed. One on her arse, one in her mouth, one of her face and the other on her tits. She couldn't get enough. There was me and two others that hadn't cummed. Was I really going to shot my load on her. The others step back and us 3 was around mum. She looked at one of the guys and said to me she liked his cock. She grabbed it and held it, she stood close and I watched as she rubbed his cock head on. The tart twisted her pale face around to look at me, features frozen in fear, almost as if she were about to be sick. She must have thought she had been caught helping someone cheat. Isn't that what most people would think in this situation? She pushed Taylor off of her, moving hastily around the room as she snatched her things and bolted for the door in fishnets and a push up bra. She didn't even bother to look back, hurrying to put a closed door between herself and the shit-storm about to. ’Ron shrugged nervously, ‘dunno, beats me, let’s go.’ *Quidditch practice went awful for Ron, not helped by the fact Draco Malfoy and his gang decided to watch from the stands. Malfoy was flanked by his loyal guards Crabbe and Goyle, whilst Pansy Parkinson, his girlfriend, sat on his lap, playfully stroking his bright blonde hair.‘Weasley! Yer shit, you couldn’t catch a cold!’ Malfoy cackled as Ron let another Quaffle straight through his fingers. The other Slytherins laughed hysterically as.