Her pussy began to drool as the sensation in her bottom went from enjoyable to highly erotic.Jack could smell his mother's arousal. His prick was drip...ing more copiously than before. He used a finger tip to catch the precum and spread it all over his cock head, enjoying the sensuous feeling of the slippery thick fluid on his tender penis.Jack waited in the bedroom while his mother evacuated and cleaned herself. He remembered that she wanted a spanking first but he was too horny. He needed his. Maybe it was that little wanna-be princess I had once been, who hadnever owned even a cheap plastic toy tiara (she had always been draggedpast them in the toy store, toward more "gender appropriate" toys), andwho really, really, really didn't want to let go of this one.Atlantea took the crown off her own head and said. "All of these need togo back in the Treasure Room for safekeeping. These headpieces are forceremonial purposes only. You don't think kings and queens go aroundwearing crowns all. I wasn’t really paying any attention though. My butt was taking a serious beating from riding. Tilda didn’t seem to notice. I would smile and give a small nod every once in a while to let her know that I was paying attention. The forest we rode through was dense and thick with underbrush and old trees. The smells were ancient and lovely. The smells of a well occupied forest, and of an old forest. I glanced above me at the thick trees and saw that it was so dense, no light was coming though the. He just had to once again give his wife the slip.Ginny snaked her arm around Harry’s elbow. Her coppery eyebrows wriggled suggestively, as she asked, “Fancy a drink, handsome?”Harry’s eyes grew wide. Ginny and drinking was never a good combination. If Ginny had been a more mindful witch, she would’ve notice the spark of fear and tinge of revulsion in her husband’s eye. But seeing that Harry used Ginny’s lack of wit to his advantage more often than not, her obliviousness suited him just.