She was so wet that my finger was slick before even reaching the source of her outpouring and I used that lubrication to circle her erect clitoris, te...sing it from its sheath. With the soft gusset on the back of my hand I massaged her , up and down, circling and pressing, even trapping it between my fingers then scratching its sensitive tip with my nail. She was shaking now, trembling uncontrollably with excitement and almost lying against me and when my fingers, first one and then two,. I was giving her all the fake comfort I could muster. I sat at the edge of the bed holding her, practically cradling her, while she wept softly into my shoulder. We were already so close together, yet she was grabbing onto me, pressing herself into me, while she sobbed, wetting my sweater. And her hand was on my breast.I pulled her back to say, “Hey, you’ll be okay,” with a comforting smile.She nodded, but instead of calming down, she threw her arm around my neck, kissed my cheek, and continued. It started when she asked why I like to gape her ass. I said "I like to see inside your dirty wet butthole in between fucking it". Then she yeah, but sometimes it makes me TOOT, I said that's OK, it mostly air. So she got in the habit of passing gas near me and giggling. She would say "ooops that was mostly air from all the ANAL SEX last night". Then she would continue with something like "oh no, I feel some rumbling, do you want to watch it come out?" See how she makes it seem like my idea?. It is far more serious than that." Rowling took hold of Jones' head, and forcibly turned it to face her. Now they were looking directly into each other's eyes. Jones saw only anger in Rowling's eyes; Rowling saw fear in those of Vivian Jones, and much, much more."Yes, my Muggle friend. You were very careful to cover your tracks. I could never prove in a court of law that you used my creations. That you took the stories I wrote, and changed them. I cannot prove that your website really is yours.