"Are we goingto talk about me all day long, or are we going to celebrate Holly'sbirthday. I've already handed my present to some fellows here, soooo I...m ready to be festive."With that said many turned to socializing with the boys who havearrived (hey, girls do have their priorities I'll have you know). Therewas Fred and George who were pumping the girls about who had eatentheir candy. This was not a good idea however, because Hermione wentinto a tirade about how they could've have ruined things. “You didn’t have to buy my meal, but thank you. Why would you think I would stand you up?”“I didn’t know if you were dating anyone,” I replied, “and, we haven’t really talked in a long time. Also, I’m a lot older than you.”She smiled, which made my heart beat faster. She was pretty, she was outgoing, and her personality was devastating at this range. “I would have refused your invitation if any of those things were a problem.”I nodded. “I thought that would be the case.”We conversed for a few. Stroking long, deep into her, he was lost, the smell of her hair, the way her nipples pressed hard against his chest. He cried out against her neck as her nails raked his skin and he plunged harder, faster moving his hips against hers rubbing the hardness between his legs deep into the softness between hers. He slowed then and started shorter strokes, pushing his pubic mound against her clit at the end of his stroke, rubbing her inside and outside till he felt the little tremors from her pussy. "Your dog?" He rubbed his chin. "Nope." Thanks," I sighed and yelled some more as I crossed the street. "Licorice!"Mrs. Winters smiled at me as I passed her driveway."Hi Tiffany," she said, opening the back of her station wagon. "What are you up to?" Looking for Licorice," I told her. "You haven't seen him, have you?" Not lately," she replied with a soft grunt, picking up a bag of groceries."Here..." I said. "I can help." Thanks, Tiff." She smiled and I carried a couple bags into her.