As the minutes turned to hours, I got used to their beauty and my member gradually retreated into its sheath. The gorgeous women must also have gotten...accustomed to my studliness, because their pussies eventually stopped producing that intoxicating aroma.By dinnertime, my headache was gone and I felt like a million bucks, whatever that meant. I felt stronger than I had in a long time and my fur was now immaculate—Barbie and Candy had taken the time to carry me to the tub and bathe me. It was my. There was at least the prospect that more people might join us. We were going to be living in comfortable surroundings, on a large yacht that three of my fellow refugees knew how to manage efficiently. We would have access to hot showers, and adequate (albeit canned) food, cooked on a real stove.There would be small but clean and efficient staterooms in which to sleep. The yacht idea was a real winner. I was weary of the RVs and the open road.I hoped that Ingmar and Roald had managed to find. Hermione couldnt take it any more. She pulled out her wand and cast a spell that would cause the elf and anyone else in the room to take no notice of her, no matter how much noise or movement she made. She pulled off the cloak and disrobed as quickly as she could. When she was completely naked, she sat down and spread her legs. She began to rub her pussy with the length of her wand, and inserted the wand tip a few inches in. She uttered a spell through gasps that caused the wand to vibrate. The skirt bunched up around my buttocks, and I shifted to pull it up under my bum and around my lower back. Kim continued to slowly roll it up and kiss her way along my legs, until I was sitting there, fully exposed. I knew without looking that my labia was engorged and creamy, wet and ready to be touched. Kim's eyes were transfixed as her fingers gently touched my outer lips. I let out a sigh to let her know I wanted her to continue. She didn't disappoint. She ran the back of her middle finger.