He could see theresemblance. The mother had more curves, but both had a similar, cuteface. It had been Rachael who had delivered him from his alcoholi... haze.He still couldn't touch anything alcoholic. It tasted horrid to him. Heloved pure water. Even coffee no longer had an attraction to him. Thatwas a good thing. Even a $2-a-day coffee budget was beyond his means, atleast until his next welfare check came in. Without booze to spend iton, he would have ready cash for a change. He wasn't sure if. The problem with this however, was if he waited to long to fuck Hermione’s sweet pussy, he may get soft again. On the basis of these facts, Dumbledore decided that he’d better chance it and fuck her; because he knew he may never get another opportunity like the one that was presented in front of him. Hermione wiggled her ass again in anticipation, as Dumbledore caught his breath and took hold of his cock, guiding its tip towards her wet entrance. Dumbledore used his other hand to take hold. She sighed as she turned to face him in the flickering light and then walked slowly towards him.Brett folded his arms around her as she looked up into his eyes and pulled gently at her bottom lip with her teeth, the first sign of nervousness he’d seen from her. He felt her body through the thin material of her clothes and started to move his hands over her back, pulling her in to him. Shelly’s eyes intensified their glare as she allowed one of her hands to run over the firm curves of his bottom. They dressed,both in floaty summery floral dresses that didn't leave much to theimagination - in the right light!Despite some initial reluctance on Lucy's part, they both went for awalk through Central Park. They walked arm-in-arm, both receivingadmiring glances from the men and some envious looks from the women. Atthe sound of a wolf-whistle both turned and smiled at the offending man,Lucy in an excited state lifted the hem of her dress and showed him aglimpse of her thigh. She had never been.