‘I…I suppose I expected…well…a man.’ Cassandra didn’t try to suppress her laugh. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you…’ ‘Yo... didn’t,’ Cassandra said. ‘However many times I hear that it always makes me laugh.’ She paused for a second to have a drink of water. ‘So, how can I help you?’ ‘It’s my daughter, well, no, it’s actually my grandson that I’m worried about,’ Cassandra nodded, slightly surprised that the woman opposite her was old enough to be part of a third maternal generation.. “You must be extraordinarily careful, Miss Granger,” she had said at the start of the semester, “If anyone should find out about this, your privileges will be immediately revoked. However, you must be especially wary of encountering yourself during your double hours. The few wizards who have dared to gamble with time as you are about to have often met serious mishap at their own hands. Thinking they’ve gone mad some have even killed their future selves.” This fear was the cause of Hermione’s. I was stunned into silence, standing with my cock in my hand and lust in my soul. Carol was trembling, stuffed with cock, with lust clouded eyes. I wanted to be involved in their sexual tableau but couldn't move. I was resentful and needed release. I walked over to Carol and started slapping her tits with my hard cock. Each slap was like an electrical shock to my cock, tingling and jolting. I closed my eyes and slapped harder and harder. Carol's tits were marked with red streaks from my. My nose didn't do its amazing job on them and apparently theirs weren't doing that trick with me either.In a way it made sense if they had come here from earth somehow. I had the ability for phenomenal nose performance on things that were native to Margata. If these Cashda, or horses, weren't native then it made sense that I wouldn't be able to smell them that well.Just then the herd stallion made a loud snort, and glancing at him I could tell that he'd smelled me the old-fashioned earth way,.