" I blurt, jolted from my fantasy. The same fantasy I always have as soon as she gets on the same train, same cart... every day. I try to keep my eyes...off of her lips as I clench my legs closed. They look so soft and inviting. Soo drool worthy. "Can I call you Cassie?" she asks, that thick accent and those soft lips almost make me cum. "Yeah sure... What's your name?" I ask trying to keep the conversation going just so I can hear her voice. I curl my hands in my lap as I see her tongue dart out. The lady was wearing a top displaying ample cleavage and tight jeans which clearly showed her round ass. A little chat, a coffee and we were knowing what’s gonna happen next. The following Saturday I visited their house. The babe was in a tank top and small shorts.Few talks and we decided to play the truth or dare game. Few secrets flew out as nobody was ready to dare. So I had to do something. I choose dare and the lady asked me to remove my jeans. Now this was gonna be interesting.Slowly. Mr. Ferguson was the funeral director of the local funeral home, and he and his son were moving around some equipment in a small room that looked more like a clean garage than the morgue where she'd been last night.Her heart began to race as Mr. Ferguson reached for the buttons on her blouse. This wasn't good. Mr. Ferguson would see her titties. She looked for a way to escape, but found she couldn't seem to get more than five or ten feet from her body.By this time the older man had unbuttoned. To be honest, Harry doubted they were dating for real. Scorpius looked like he was in physical pain whenever he and Rose touched, and he'd seen the looks Draco sent his son whenever he saw them together, which seemed to always be perfectly timed to only happen when a family member was around or they would be caught at school, thus making their parents aware of it even more. Harry was of the opinion Scorpius was in it for the same reason Rose was; to piss off his parents. Still, he did try and.