“Only six inches, what am I supposed to do with this piece of shit?” she commented as she slapped it a second time. Then she poked her wand at it...and smiled as she watched it stretch painfully, to 8 inches.“Now that’s better” she said to harry, whose eyes revealed his agonizing pain. Then she knelt and began stroking him.“Don’t worry, there’s a prize for you too” she looked up to him.Then she engulfed his erect penis, and vigorously bobbed her head down it. She drooled as she did so, allowing. But there was no band, no music, and he forced himself to stand and issue orders to forge ahead to the next layover where they could get some much needed rest in the godforsaken wilderness of Maine. It was still a long trek to the St. Lawrence and his split forces were doing their best to survive in the unexpected hardship.Ben had been surprised when General Schuyler had given his blessing to the alternate pronged attack on British-held Canada from the wilds of Maine. His more conventional. As I sat on the bed, she bent forward and pulled the covers over our legs. There I was, sitting in a bed in just my boxers with a girl I had just thought about as I masturbated. She had plain blue pajama pants on, and a pink tank top.As the movie went on, I let my leg drift toward her leg, until they were laying against each other. The feeling of her leg touching mine got me a little hard. I was waiting for her to say something, and I think she was waiting for me. "Do you like the movie?" I. Her sprts bra did not match her outfit, it was neon yellow. He liked yellow so he'd spare it for last. He cut her shorts as he did the shirt, but when he ripped them away, he made a small discovery-she wasn't wearing panties. He smirked as he ran the blade over her bald pussy. The coolness of the knife made her shiver and hardened her nipples which now were visibly noticeable from her bra. He ran the blade up her stomach and slit her bra. He set the knife down and ripped the bra open with his.