But it got better.As we kissed, my hands began to roam. I stroked and caressed her back and ass. Her ass felt even better than it looked. From ther... my hand traveled up her torso and settled on her chest. Breasts felt better than I had ever imagined. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts until she pulled away from me.“I’m sorry, Shell…” I began but was silenced by her index finger on my lips.Shelley took hold of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. I was dumbfounded. I wanted to reach. "And you are loving it, aren't you, Jen?" "This is so damn wrong, but it feels so damn good," she whispered lustfully. "Tell me you little bitch, " I demanded. "Tell me what you are doing." "I am cheating on my husband, " she replied. "And it is wrong! Oh, God forgive me," she cried. I pulled my dick out of her wet pussy and slapped her ass a few times. She looked back at me in a very confused way. She didn't know what to do. Her ass was still moving around trying to find my dick. She turned. When Dumbledore had proposed this as a part of Skeeter's sentence, he believed that the Wizengamot would think it hard punishment indeed to compel Skeeter to catalogue her humiliation on a regular basis. As usual, Dumbledore had judged correctly, for many of the members believed that Skeeter's reports would be nothing less than exercises in humiliating self- abasement, severe punishment indeed for the wayward wordsmith.But a minor ministry official evidently did not share this view. Believing. That was it then. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other for the rest of the evening. We spent as much time kissing as we did in conversation. Mostly light teasing touches and licks as there was no going back from the full passionate kissing that usually preceded our love making.Once the wine was flowing and our food had been ordered John's hand crept from my thigh up to my fine lace panties which were already warm and moist to the touch. The gentle pressure of his fingers on my swollen sex.