..that may be an option for another time. Later when I mentioned that to her, she thought it would be fun. We will have to go back to that bar some ti...e!Anyway, we settled up the tab and left for an inexpensive motel. We got a room and when we got inside, there were a few seconds of hesitation and awkwardness, then we attacked each other passionately. And boy, can she kiss! Deep kissing, running our hands over each other's bodies, and as her hand rubbed my crotch, she purred as she felt my cock. “I need sex!” Bernard called out. He was using his command voice, and Michele could tell he was impatient. “Just a second, sweetheart,” Michele said. “I’m just finishing up.” The woman was washing the last of the dishes and only had to dry them and put them away for her domestic chore to be complete.“I need sex now!” Bernard screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice was deep — like the growl of a bear who had just been woken involuntarily from his winter’s slumber. Indeed, Bernard often. He'd never asked her, never wanted to know about herboyfriends. He figured there had been many, most of them probably betterlooking than he was, more appealing, even more capable in the bedroom."No?! Huh," she said surprised. "You should have, Eric," she said firmly."Maybe you could have headed off your... situation. I dunno, maybe not. Istill don't think you should have married her, little brother. Forstarters, you're just not her type." Not her type?" Eric asked, puzzled.Emily sighed again.. A light came out of the cauldron as the contents turned a greenish yellow, and then magic pulsed in every direction, shattering the gravestone Harry was tied to and cracking the enormous cauldron, revealing the new body of Tom Riddle."Robe me Wormtail." Hissed the voice of the newly risen dark lord, but there was something different from what he expected.Tom Riddle, even before he assumed the persona of the made up pureblood character of Lord Voldemort, was obsessed with elegance and dignity..