” Still, the black silk of your nightie separates us but I can feel the heat of your skin once more as I caress you. I hear your breath...quicken as you continue to play with my ear. Your body shudders and you pull me closer still. My free hand caresses your back and I feel your skin above the fabric of your night gown. The strap is loosely hanging off your shoulder and my hand travels down your sides. Skin, fabric, skin. I love your skin. Yet there is a strange. It's wrong. You can't feel this way about your own daughter!India mumbled something in her sleep and pressed even closer to him. Cutter was sure she was going to feel the hard bulge and wake up. What was he going to tell her to explain it?India woke up about ten minutes later. Cutter's cock was at its full hardness now."Daddy, something hard's poking me in the side." Oh, baby, well, you see -" Is your cock hard, Daddy?"Cutter blanched. "Beg your pardon?" I said, is your cock hard, Daddy?"Cutter. "No," Dumbledore said. "He was safest there."There was a silence. Nobody needed to make the next point. Harry Potter was dead. So evidently he wasn't.Bones moved on. "When he first arrived at Hogwarts, was there anything different that might set him apart from the other first years? Other than his status as the Boy-Who-Lived, I mean." Not to my knowledge. He was neither as well nourished or as happy as I would've liked, but I assumed he was doing as well as he could be, under the circumstances.. I saw a nervous anticipation that made my dick stir underneath my own grass skirt, which was the only article of clothing either of us wore for this special dinner. "Are you ready my love"? "Yes". "Then we shall begin", I said, clapping my hands, signaling two large Simoan men, also adorned in the traditional garb of the island. As they helped you to yourfeet, I shouted, "Prepare the altar"! You were escorted to an altar of large smooth stones, with lighted bamboo sticksburning.