There were only 5 or 6 that were even on the same level, which made Hermione feel just a bit proud. Okay ladies! Take off your shirts and skirts and g...t on those knees for trials! Slughorn announced, obviously overjoyed at getting to look at so much prime teenage pussy. Excellent! Very nice indeed Miss Stranger! There was no need to remove your panties but I doubt many of the lads or myself can complain! Slughorn commented, to a chorus of catcalls and whistles. Hermione blushed as she finished. Do I really look like a cheap faggot that is always game for being picked up LOL!i followed him out of the shop, and towards the high street. Once we were away from the busier part of the town, he turned and said, I'll wait for you in the lay by near the library, go and get your car and pick me upbloody hell it was thrilling, so I walked as fast as I could to the carpark, got my car and drove to the lay by.He got in, and said, I'm gonna make that sweet little white boy Arse all mine.all I could. I also got to shoot a bunch. Dad loved letting me shoot the middle out of the targets to show that anyone could shoot these weapons with practice.Dad would say, "Burr, if I had your eye, I would never lose at a tournament."I was a good shot, and quick.We finished loading up the plane. This "beaver" had a large cargo capacity for a single engine plane.We had clothes for work and those old west type clothes for the Tournament, plus a bunch of camping gear. We hadn't sprung for all the old west. Tonight we chose bowling!Unfortunately the way that I looked only appealed to a specific demographic. I’m 5ft 4in, and like I said, most people mistake me for a 12 year old. I had the body of adult, large breasts that I kept hidden under baggy clothes, and curves that I’m told were in all the right places. But even with that, I didn’t date much. I’d had a few boyfriends over the years, but most of them couldn’t handle the judgmental looks we got when we were out in public. So anyway, my friends.