“I like private, too.” She lay back against his chest and Ron wrapped his arms around her middle, a bit nervous as to how forward he should be wi...h her. “It’s okay,” she whispered while tonguing his ear, “you can play with them.” She pulled his hands up so that they were cupping her breasts. He squeezed them gently, and ran his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed her shoulder and neck and tried to see what was going on. Fred was on his knees in front of Hermione, her leg thrown over his. He literally had to hold himself back or he would have sucker-punched that brat in his own home. What the fuck was wrong with Tristan? Now he understood what Caleb was talking about. He had told him he didn't know how to get his son to take up that responsibility for Albatros. But he was trusting Damon to get him to do it. He had assured Caleb he was going to get Tristan to do it but it looked like he had bitten off more than he could chew.Tristan was one spoiled brat. Hisparents had spoilt him. Andrea pulled away and moved to crouch over Claire’s face. She immediately got the message and started to lick her out, flicking her tongue over Andrea’s clit and then snaking down to her cunt and lapping at the juices coming from her dripping into her awaiting mouth. Claire lent forward and put her hands either side of Andrea’s hips and started to eat her out too. She licked her pussy like it was an icelolly, she stroked her tongue up and down her slit, she took her time to rub her chin on her. ” I got her attention. “I swear, I didn’t throw those paper balls. I would never hurt you.” I said.“Why would you think that?” she wondered.“Because… you are crying because of me,” I replied. She smiled for once. I was happy. If I want to impress her, this was my chance, I thought.“Mrs. Rosie, you look really sexy today. ” I said. The more I looked at her, the weirder I felt something in my pants. I didn’t know then why looking at her cleavage excited me. I was such a naive kid, just a year.