I climbed out of the pool and laid on myblanket, he did similar. I checked the time, alreadythinking of what I needed to do. He got up and left hispar...y, leaning into speak to his I assume wife. He tookhis towel with him. I watched the clock, couldn’t get ahard cock through nerves, I felt so sick! I told mywife I was off to the shops, did she need anything, shedid ask for something which even now I can’t remember.I grabbed my towel, and took the long walk.Several minutes later I was. I justdon't understand," as she cried into her new hands. Like the day beforeshe spent too much time in front of the mirror looking closely over herbody for other changes and like before she didn't find any. She ran herhands up and down her body over and over, poking and prodding, rubbingand pushing. She felt she couldn't believe her eyes anymore and somethingelse must be wrong but the only thing she felt wrong was a phantomfeeling that the hands touching her body weren't her own despite all. "Strange, am I that tired that I can't remember doing that? Uhhh, yes probably I am", - she then walked up to the window, closed it and the transparent silk curtains covering it. After the lady lied down on the fluffy mattress and covered herself with the blanket, the bed seemed heavenly comfortable and Victoria fell asleep almost momentarily.... The smell of roses and poppies is clouding the mind. The whole body is hot and aroused and is quivering from every cold drop of liquid, making contact. She'll never admit to anyone how many times she's imagined what Ginny Weasley looked like under those robes. It's even better than she expected. The girl is slender, but well defined from years of Quidditch. Her small breasts are perfectly round and pink nipples stand at attention, begging to be teased. Every inch of her is dusted with tiny freckles, and the soft auburn curls between her legs glisten, slightly damp. Pansy explores every inch, savoring the moans and desperate cries her touch.