This was my plan, but I only ever imagined it would have happened so soon. Cassie's skin is perspiring slightly, her legs spread only slightly but eno...gh for me to see her purple g-string. More importantly, enough for me to smell her rich cunt. I say rich because it stinks. Earlier in the evening, when she finally admitted I had succeeded in seducing her, she told me that she had been depressed and hadn't bothered to shower all week. I told her I was just still just as happy to know she was. Or maybe fortunately around you. If there was an unlimited supply you’d probably fuck me to death.”“And you’d die happy.”“Yes, but I’d still be dead.”“Yeah. You wouldn’t be good for much dead.” Jess smiled at me. “Let’s take the weights off and sleep for a while. On one condition.”“What’s that?” I asked as I unclamped one nipple. Jess winced. “That you’ll let me have a mouthful of cum for breakfast.” She smiled, then winced again as I unclamped the other nipple.“That I should be able to. We now catch up with Saskia and Emma a couple of weeks later, at the same coffee place, waiting for Monica, who had rang them a couple of days previously.Sitting there chatting they were startled by two heavy, padded envelopes landing on the table in front of them. They looked up to see where they had come from, expecting to see Monica, they were surprised to see a vaguely familiar man. It took them a moment or two to place him, then it come to Saskia, he was the man who was harassing the girl,. Here you go," said Imogen, throwing the Quaffle weakly towards her friend. Harry, streaking in from behind Imogen, effortlessly intercepted the Quaffle, and took off towards the other end, part of a three-on-two break that led to an easy goal.Charlie blew the half-time whistle, and a few minutes later Imogen was grateful to be on the ground once more, sitting in the shade on the cool grass, a bottle of butterbeer in one hand and a ham sandwich in the other. All the Weasleys, Hermione and Harry.