A sinking feeling hit my gut like a wrecking ball smashing an old beater car, and I already didn’t like this.“So, Jill, tell me about yourself. Wh...t do you do? How did you and Michael meet?” she asked, but I wondered if she already knew the answers to all these questions.I told her my background and story of Michael and me up until now, the dating site, the surprise Uber pick up, the park bench, the gifts showing up at my door, and the gallery opening.“Which basically brings us to last night,. In my depression, after watching endless romantic films and eating my weight in ice cream, I had the insane idea that internet dating sites would be the answer. I set up my account, enclosing cute pictures of my slim 5'6 frame, making sure to hint at my ample DD breasts and my long brown hair. My pretty features helped gain a lot of male interest, but at 24 I was put off by most balding middle aged applicants. A few weeks later and I still hadn't noticed anyone special. Until Christian Knight. .”He threw that book aside, losing interest and then froze, noticing what was under it. Hermione was dressed in her usual Hogwarts Gryffindor uniform; red and gold tie; white blouse; a black jumper with the Gryffindor colours across the neck; a black skirt and long black socks with small black shoes; but that wasn’t what had caught his eye. Her skirt had ridden up, along with her white panties, and they were now pressed firmly against her tight developing cunt. Harry had an idea then.. Don't hold back at all tonight,” he commanded, and then clamped down on my clitoris again as he pressed his fingers even deeper.“Yesss!” I moaned, feeling his tongue flick against my clitoris in one direction and then another. Up and down, side to side, he flicked against the tip of my hard little nub as fast as he could. I tried to focus on my breath, I tried to make the pleasure last longer, but then I felt his fingers reach my g-spot as he began tapping against it lightly with one finger and.