His cousin, the insufferable Dudley, had been out all day. No doubt he was somewhere busily tormenting some child much smaller and younger than he. So...Harry had taken advantage of the situation to slip out for some ice cream. He had to be careful about such things. If the Dursleys found out that he had any spending money, they would no doubt steal it from him.Harry fairly bounced up the stairs that led to his bedroom. Tomorrow, he would be picked up by Ron Weasley and Ron's father. Harry was. Hestarted moving back in, and I said ?So? again, but now, it was hittingmy prostate squarely. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. I just moaned.He started upping the tempo slowly, and with every stroke he washitting my prostate. I felt something like an orgasm, but different,begin to build. It was centered in my ass, but it was spreading throughmy whole body. It was an orgasm, but it never peaked and ended, it justwashed over me in waves. My body tensed and shook and my back arched,and I moaned. "Pretty smart," he said. "Two simple ballistic throws and you've got ten feds charbroiled. Guess they won't be taking down any pamphlet makers anymore, will they?" Or gunning down any protesters in front of their office," one of the other dip-hoes put in.Brian and Lisa both stared at the blackened corpses for a moment, both knowing that they should feel outraged at the murder of fellow law enforcement officers, both feeling guilt that they didn't. After all, these feds had undoubtedly been on. "But I wish I could see the difference." Never know till you try," I said, wondering if we were on the same frequency."Well you seem to know what you're doing," said Barbara, kneeling beside me."So what would you like me to look at now," I said, noting just how close she was."Anything you want to," she whispered."Careful, I just might," I said with a gentle smile."Oh, please do," Barbara said as she deliberately stretched to show off her full breasts.I slid an arm around her waist and drew her.