Her first thought was about coming over Sunday morning to play with the baby. My thoughts were more immediate. I told her I'm still on the sidelines...and asked her if she would like to service Ken. Silence. "Are you for real?" she asks. I say yup and tell her to come over and she can play with the baby all day Sunday. Still silent so I add "It's more fun than laundry." Stacy's reply was "I'll head over but we need to talk about this.". Before midnight we hear the back door open and a. She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely. Sitting here drinking martinis by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon. And Danika seemed defensive about it too."I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she shouted from the kitchen. "I'm not just sitting here getting smashed all the time." She returned with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," she half-giggled, "I only had one. So far. And I waited till five o'clock. Just being. She smells the exposed tip, his pre-cum, as it rests momentarily beneath her nose.She wants to taste him, her mouth almost beyond restraint snapping for it before it slides away again. She wants it inside her; mouth or cunt. Either will do. She does not remember the last time she wanted anything so desperately.He draws the length of it sideways over her half-parted lips, her tongue peeping from its burrow to taste its tang and silkiness sliding back and forth. He tilts her head, so her cheek is. She splashed some water on her face to clean herself up and was ready for another round.Harry, both exhausted and knowing that the hour was nearly up, commanded Ginny to clothe herself and go and lie down in her bed for the next fifteen minutes.Ginny did so dutifully, now completely under the control of the potion. Harry cleaned and clothed himself as Ginny made her way to her room. All in all, he was very happy. It wasn’t Hermione, but it was definitely something he would never forget. Harry.