The three of them sat up, but it appeared that whomever had been viewing their little show hadn't stuck around. Who had been watching? And for how lon...?The three girls looked at each other with a bit of unease, but Ginny wouldn't let them leave without finishing the clean-up on their sweet, wet pussies. Who would they tell? And who would believe them if they did?Ginny was about to find out.Later that evening, Ginny was on her way back to the common room from dinner. She was passing by one of. Guy tonight had shown her a different world, a world where a man could converse with a lady, giving her his complete attention. A world where he would ask and listen to her, really listen to her being interested in what she had to say. He didn't dismiss her arguments as foolishness, taking her points and asking her to illustrate her ideas. He was amusing with a droll sense of humour; he made fun of people's habits but was never hurtful as he made fun of his own idiosyncrasies as well. She was. Right now, she was mad with herself, though. Over the past year, Josh had several times suggested that she train herself another command leader, just in case, and she'd responded by running Dancer in double lead with George, and she'd convinced herself that it counted as training another command leader. But she'd never quite bothered to check it out. That was going to have to cease, right now. In two years, George would be eight, and that probably was starting to be a little marginal if he. Her cunt juice squirted out around Jane’s fist and ran down her arms. Di’s arse clamped hard around her other wrist, and Jane watched with interest as the woman orgasmed in front of her eyes. Jane used the moment to extract her fists from Di’s holes, and studied her anus as she came for them. Diana’s bum hole was like a dark red velvet cave, pulsing as the waves of her orgasm swept through her body. ‘OHHH JONNNY I love you my hero, I love you. I love you so much,’ she screamed in her.