I kissed her gagball and, my poor piglet sissy Denise began to whimper. I had really surprised her, absolutely. I understood a bit of what she wanted ...o say. She was begging me not to torture her that way. She was afraid I couldn't handle the asphyxiation and would kill her accidentally. She had never begged me this way, never before.I just smiled mischievously and closed the plastic bag again and the horror in her eyes where amazing. My piglet sissy Denise tried again to liberate herself. With. Instead, Kim insisted that she model her new underthings for me. Then she got the idea that I should pose for her, too!"We'll have a sexy fashion show!" she squealed, bouncing up and down with excitement."But honey," I laughed, caught up in the girlish enthusiasm that sometimes made Kim seem more like a child of eight than the teenager she now was, "I didn't buy any underwear today." Doesn't matter, doesn't matter," she sang. "Just put on something... hot. Like you'd wear on a date." She. Suddenly the stirring stick in the first cauldron sprang to life, twirled exactly seventeen times, and then became dormant once more. There was a silence, and then Ron's stomach growled mightily, a signal that it was time to head for the great hall and dinner.For a Saturday night, the staff table was unusually well-occupied. Indeed, it was almost full, whereas often on the week-end a number of staff would be away from the school, either in Hogsmeade or elsewhere on personal business. As usual,. She rode him hard now, her lean, rugged thighs gripping his sides as she sat astride him, her pumping pussy keeping him hard and long and deep. She came hard herself, several times, over and over, an endless orgasm, a stream of snapping cums, until she was as sweaty as she was in aerobics. Fluidly, she rolled them over and snapped shut her scissoring legs on Brad's aching sides, locking her socked ankles and squeezing hard."Come in Mommy, baby, give Mommy your big load!" she screamed.And.