’ * * * * * As they walked arm and arm along with the crowded sidewalk of 83rd street, William and Tracy both wore grins, his being smug and hers ...oquettish. ‘I can’t believe we did that,’ Tracy whispered, ‘and you are so mean not to allow me to reciprocate!’ ‘Well of course not, Kitten. That would be too risky.’ ‘And putting your hand up my dress isn’t?’ ‘Actually no, not according to penal code 245.’ ‘You know the penal code for finger fucking?’ Tracy laughed. ‘I researched it this. As I drew up closer, she lifted herself, pushing her upper torso up and to my amazement exposing her large soft creamy white breasts. They were pendulous things crowned with long darkly brown nipples. Her ample belly hung loosely, though still pooled up on the beach towel. I turned my head away thinking she didn't realize I was there. I glanced back out of the corner of my eyes and she was gently swinging her large breasts so her elongated nipples ran teasingly across the towel. She. After examining both hot cheeks very slowly, Perkins dropped his hand and let his middle finger touch her pussy. It was wet. He slowly pulled that intruding digit up in between the red globes, feeling her reaction. Having lubed that finger first with pussy juice, Perkins very slowly examined the hidden space tween Julie’s prominent butt cheeks. It was warm and quivering. When Perkins reached her anus he applied a slight pressure and Julie bucked up and kicked out a leg. Perkins ended the exam. Neville wished he could have used the Room of Requirement. Had he done so, it would have supplied everything he needed: glass beakers, tubing, potion-making supplies in all their many varieties, and that most precious of commodities, privacy. But the potion he was making was very tricky, by far the most difficult he had ever attempted. He was unsure that he would be able to make felix felicis. The potion called for constant supervision, and it was for that reason that the Room of Requirement.