” “Yeah - maybe…” Jake said, taking another swig. That night I got home late, slightly drunk from all the rum. As on every night I spent with...Jake, I found my mind consumed by images of him - his handsome face, soft lips against mine, the taut swell of his biceps, the way his package looked covered in the thin nylon of his soccer shorts. Lying back on my bed, I spat on my hand and began to stroke my aching cock. But tonight was slightly different than the others. I found my thoughts drawn. Hermione had no idea what was going on as she was totally focused in getting all Harry’s cum out of her mother. She felt her mother’s tongue disappear from her wet pussy and was frowning a bit, but when she felt a hot fleshy rod enter her hard she yelped in pain due to the intrusion, but quickly went back to work on her mother’s wet snatch.Harry was quite happy to back into Hermione’s warm, wet pussy again. It felt like home to him. The way her inner walls gripped him was perfect. Not to. He also hung up some pictures on the wall. He was becoming comfortable with his new home and this small town living.It was almost noon when he was finished unpacking and he wondered about what he would do for the rest of the day. Since it was a nice sunny day and he had already done sufficient food and various household supplies shopping it was an easy decision to drive to his club and play a round of golf.Later back at home he thought he would go to the clinic tomorrow and set up his office.. I brought my left hand from her side and brought it to her breast i moved her shirt down and i slowly brought my lips down kissing and dragging my teeth along her shoulders and neck. when my lips her her breasts my tongue lashed out and reached for her nipple and quickly found her left nipple as i started to lick kiss and nibble on it my left hand reached for her right breast and started to hold it and rub it. my right hand was busy on her pussy my lips and left hand busy taking care of her.