She was less than gentle, pressing it firmly into my anal canal as far as it would go. Then I found out what she had in mind. “Massaging the prosta...e often hastens ejaculation, so I will do that in conjunction with masturbating you. If you can withhold your release a few times, you will have accomplished tremendous control.” That was easy for her to say, but her fingertip tickling my prostate, coupled with her slippery fist pounding my shaft was excruciating. It somehow excited me terribly. On her face was a small, tentative smile. That’s when my brain stopped working and instinct took over. As I reached for her, she slid over beside me. We made love to the sound of the rain drumming on the car’s roof. It all seemed so natural, so right. One moment she was dressed, the next she was nude, her smooth, warm, beautiful body in my arms. The taste of her lips, neck, the hard nipples on her small perfect breasts was intoxicating. As I tore off my clothes, I could feel her watching, and. And as she looked back into his eyes, she knew exactly what he was thinking – she had planted the idea firmly in his mind when she told him about her game with her husband and co-worker back home. “No, no, no ... I know exactly what you are thinking. Very naughty,” she replied with an unconvincing air of indignation and then a giggle. “Besides, that might be a problem,” she then whispered into his ear as she leaned closer to him to explain. “I’m not wearing anything under this dress other. His eyes widened in something akin to fear as he spotted the single drop of honey that had fallen from Hermione’s curls to rest provocatively on her clit.‘Oh Merlin, I can’t do this,’ Harry thought. Panic rose in Harry, knowing Ron couldn’t have intended the honey to land there."Err, Ron," he began tentatively, "Umm, why don’t you help me out a bit here?"He didn’t notice the flicker of disappointment that flashed across Hermione’s face, but Ginny did. She’d always suspected Hermione might fancy.