Stacy is pretty woman, 42 years old with auburn colored hair. Her 40d breasts still stand proud though she is a bit heavy for height. She is a single ...other of a 19 year old son. She has been a widow for two years now. Her husband Ted Sr. a successful executive was killed in a small air plane accident. Hearing a movie start in the adjoining booth Stacy looked through the hole in the wall. An older gentleman was sitting there, his 6 inch cock in his hand. He was staring at the darkened glory. I had all sorts of thoughts and questions.First of all, why did bahu come into that store room and if she was expecting my son Ashok then where was he? Why didn’t Ashok come there?Secondly, what if my bahu tells Ashok that someone else fucked her last night? The chances of that were slim because I was pretty sure Sneha bahu didn’t know who had fucked her.Finally, I told myself nothing to worry about and tried to sleep.I woke up at around 7 in the morning. Some of the people were still sleeping,. Harry smirked, "You've seen the way they treat me, their so called 'savior'. I hate the Ministry, Voldemort... and I've grown to despise the majority of wizards all-together. You've made me this offer once before, though I suspect that was merely a grab to use me to get the Stone... But now I want in. I want to join you."Voldemort calmly observed his formidable nemesis with a thoughtful expression. To be honest, he had expected the boy to come barging in and initiate a duel to the death, but. He laughed again at her and reached down to grab her hair. He pulled her up to her knees and held her there with one hand fisted in her hair while he slapped her over and over with the other. He was talking while he slapped her but she couldn’t focus on the words. His cock was getting harder and harder, it was the longest one she had ever seen and black like dark chocolate, the skin around the head a little lighter, a dark red-black color. Her cheek was cut and she felt warm blood oozing.