I can’t even fuck right. Not concerned about his enraged penis tearing the top of my slit, when he slips it makes it take longer for him to come. I ...lench him inside of me with all my muscles, trying so hard to make myself tighter than I am. I hear him breathing heavier and know he’s getting so close. Thank God.I pull my hips forward so that just his tip is left inside of me. He groans as I plunge him back into me. I do this a few more times until he lets himself go inside of me. He stops. Everyone in town exclaimed about the four wolves I returned with. Several of the town’s guardsmen caught up with me and directed me to the constable who cut off the wolves’ ears and then paid me for killing the four wolves. After questioning me about where I killed the deer and wolves he let me take the deer with me.Everyone was happy to see me back. They had been concerned when it took me so long to return. As it was, we barely got in half a day of travel, part of that half-day made miserable. . does this make me a lesbian?" Nancy asked. "I mean, that I liked it so much and all. I think I like fucking with Chuck still, but last night was so nice." No, it doesn't make you a dyke Nancy," Midge reassured her. "Betty loves fucking Jughead a lot, but that doesn't stop her from some female loving on the side. And to be honest, I don't think Juggy would mind watching us do it sometime." Really?" Nancy questioned. "I thought that you could be one or the other. How can a person enjoy both. Hermione lowered her gaze as Harry stepped into the basin, feeling the soothing sensation of the water around his feet and shins. ‘I put some essence of dittany into the water,’ said Hermione conversationally as she began to sponge away the dry blood and grime around Harry’s legs, ‘it should help heal some of the smaller wounds and also take away some of the pain.’‘Ahhhh, thanks Hermione,’ sighed Harry gratefully as he felt the cuts and grazes on his legs begin to heal. Hermione replenished her.