The kids tried out the bush walks and the confidence courses and the water front of Lake Jackson and also the swimming pool behind the pavilion. Other... just lounged about the large grassy area that separated the pavilion from the Communal Dormitory and its swimming pool. And of course all this was done with everyone fully dressed - all except of course for Mr and Mrs Barefoot, their lovely office assistant, the groundsman and the gardener.The group found out that the groundsman was a sixty year. ”“Yeah,” I agreed. I could see something on Ellie’s face and I didn’t want to push regret. I was going to be a dad. I didn’t want to go telling the mother of my child that I was filled with regret.“Looks like the volleyball game’s done.” He said stretching his back. I could hear one team cheering and the other team being good sports. I frowned. “You know how it is, winners need help in the showers.”“I don’t think that’s--”“Nastya can help you out with that, Garth.” Ellie beamed.“Yes, I’ll wash. That done he picked up all the dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and tried to figure what belonged to whom, since he only recognized a couple of the articles as his and Hermione’s. ‘Screw it,’ he muttered, the house-elf service that cleaned the place knew what belonged where, he just threw it all in the hamper. The floor creaked as he moved around, which it normally didn’t do, the creaky floorboards were in the main bedroom. It was an old house though, maybe it had developed a few new. The words stumbled from his mouth, “That’s all I have for you as your Spirit guide.”Without taking my eyes from his groin, “It would appear not to be the case.”I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t indicate for him lay on his side as I might have Max or Axel do. I moved to my hands and knees, crossing the short space between us and forced my way between his front legs, my head and shoulders lowering until my mouth was at the tip of his cock. I licked the tip of the pre-cum formed there, then.