That's how I come to have it now."My head was still spinning with questions; but it was also spinning with unsated lust; the release from my astral-or...asm was only transitory and in a moment I was insatiably horny again. No wonder the men came home from The Widow every month with their cocks bursting from their pants; even if they experience one of those ghostly orgasms, they're still horny and ready to go all over again; it's only the real sex away from the idol that gives them any lasting. Have you paid attention to who is sitting here “ ? “OH fuck---were all here, lol” . “Yep—so if it's ok with all you guys—lets just skip the formal stuff-- the minutes, and the reading, and the sword, and all that shit, and get right to it” “Sure Dillion, ya Matt, ya kewl wit me” “OK so everybody stand up. “I Matthew Dillion, as leader of the Tyler Sk8t Park, and Captain of the Tyler Football Crew, having now reached the age of 21, do hereby nominate as my successor, and relinquish my titles to. ‘You’re everything.’ ‘Listen to you saying all of those sweet things.’ She raised an eyebrow at me as she twisted around, the first slivers of dawn slicing across her face, an insult, a reminder that soon I would have to leave this bed and the woman in it for the slow grind of real life. I sighed heavily, switching positions so that I could lay against her chest, her soft woman-ness against me. ‘All part of the service.’ I kissed her belly, worked my way downward. ‘Would you like me to?’ ‘I’m. "Poppy!" said Dumbledore as he entered the room. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office and started fussing over the little Gryffindor. Some time later she came over to Dumbledore "Well, George doesn't seem to have any magical exhaustion. I can't wake him up though. Albus he has some curious scares on his back … do we know what type of home he comes from?" Albus shook his head. "No Poppy. They showed up at the sorting, all grouped together at the bottom of the list. Minerva doesn't even remember.