..She had scoffed internally at her house mates' insistence, led by that pompous idiot, Macmillan, that Harry was the heir of Slytherin, just because ...e could speak Parseltongue. If you took a narrow minded view on things, it made sense (sort of), but when you looked at the big picture, it was utterly ludicrous. One of his best friends was Muggleborn, along with his mother, so it made absolutely no sense whatsoever that he was attacking Muggleborns in the school. To her shame though, she didn't. I looked at the two naked beauties waiting for me. My beautiful Karen with her blue eyes and blond hair, and her brown-eyed brunette friend Shannon–both of them had rocking bodies that would make any men's magazine centerfold jealous!Karen sat there smiling, her blue eyes twinkling... she knew what she was in for and was going to enjoy our little romp. I didn't have to worry about her. So my eyes turned to our guest, Shannon, who had never been with either of us.She sat there also, but her look. .. right. Sometimes she got beat on and shit. They didn’t care about her much.”“Girl. The people that didn’t treat her well ... were they the people that died, of the plague?”That was good for another five minutes of walking and thinking. Jeezus, he thought. I’m just ready to know this stuff, though. I want to know more about her. And she needs to work this stuff out of her head, and if I can help her, I should.“Yes, mostly.” She said. That was all? That was the end result of five minutes of. I stepped up and did just that. I was standing between her widespread legs. Just below my hanging balls, Gigi’s right hand was feverishly pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. She had put her left hand back to work at stroking her clit. My right hand was pumping away at my cock, with Gigi’s belly and breasts in dead aim before me. I felt the sensation deep in my shaft that let me know I was past the point of no return. Each stroke brought the sensation further up my dick. Then a surprise.