Ron tangled his fingers into Harry’s hair, pumping himself against Harry’s mouth as his thigh muscles tightened almost convulsively. When he felt ...imself getting close, he tugged Harry to his feet and kissed him deeply, then directed the girls to budge up and give them some room, before pushing Harry backward onto the bed between the girls so he could return the favor.Suspecting Hermione’s condition from her ragged breathing and the way her fingertips were massaging her own clit, Ron dipped a. Remember that?”, Anita softly inquired of her Dad . “Is that still true?”.Jim had to stop and think for a minute. He was sub-consciously aware that his daughter had some kind of scheme in that pretty little head of hers that probably included him squirming in discomfort. But he had told her that there were no secrets between them, and that he’d always try to be as open and honest with her as he could. What was the worst she could do? Ask him about his deepest and darkest perversions, maybe?. I went to the mirror and looked at myself in my male persona butwearing sexy lingerie - I thought I looked very sexy.I went to the dressing table and first put on my wig. I hadchosen to wear my long curly blonde wig and once it was fixed inplace I brushed it and already 'Sonia' was almost there. Iapplied my makeup and finished with a pale lipstick and went backto the mirror and saw the attractive woman that was my alter egolooking back at me.I stepped into the petticoat and thought it looked. "Here we go," Krystle said, returning with Miguel, a tall, handsome young man in a short black waistcoat and perfectly pressed trousers. He set about the task of mixing a pitcher of martinis, adding gin and just a hint of vermouth to a shaker filled with ice. He capped the decanter and shook it vigorously, pouring the clear mixture into three martini glasses, adding an olive to each. Just then Steve appeared, entering through the living-room's double doors, dressed in a sharp blue suit. He was.