The French witch’s guts felt amazing around his manhood as he pushed it firmly up her rear. Fleur’s body trembled as his pelvis met the crack of ...er butt. He ground his groin into her backside and reveled in the feel of her heated depths which conformed perfectly to the shape of his dick. Fleur was gasping as she experienced arcane pleasure magic being channeled directly into the very sensitive nerves lining her digestive tract. She was so incredibly beautiful that Harry felt his lust and. ‘Seems like you have something on your mind, too,’ I remarked. Her eyes leaped to mine, and then closed, washed asunder by the pain on her face. I took her hand and steered her to our usual conversation place on the couch. ‘Do you want me to go first, or do you want to talk?’ Moira bit her lip and shook her head, eyes downward. ‘OK. I’ll talk, but I want you to look at me.’ My fingers captured her chin, and I gently pulled her face up to mine. She managed to conjure a brittle smile as our eyes. As my hands were reaching for snacks on the sofa, it rubbed on her soft, cotton-like boobs. My dick throbbed. I kept my hands on slightly more time. I did this a few times.Then after a few days, while we were chatting, the figures for girls topic came in. She told I must enjoy boobs and was such a patient guy that he didn’t fondle me then itself. I smacked myself. I apologized to her. She told its ok. She joked and wondered how it would be. I jokingly told, one day I will try.Then the new year. Shelley was a hot little number with jet black hair cropped real short, almost like a boy’s. She was a slight girl, maybe 22, with a very slim body, small tits and a great ass. She wasn’t really my type, in that she wasn’t really built, but she did have a definite sexiness about her. I’d checked her out a few times when I was drinking at Fred’s. She was real popular with the customers. Today, she was wearing a T-shirt knotted to show her belly button (an innie like I like) and very short denim.