"There was a very particular incident, and every time you touch yourself it reminds me of it."-------------It was a brisk March afternoon, probably to... cold for sensible people to be out and about. Certainly it was too cold to be sitting by the lake next to a row of razzleberry bushes. However, Ron and Hermione had a very good reason to be down here. They were looking for a little alone time on a Sunday afternoon. They preferred to be outdoors when they could; there was less chance of getting. I quickly removed my shirt and was completely naked. As she bent over me to suck my manhood, her long silky hairs fell on my stomach and covered the sucking scene from me. I pushed her hair towards a side and enjoyed the scene of my cock being tasted by a real beauty. She seemed to be an expert at blowjob and I was getting harder and stiffer. After about 15 minutes, I was about to cum. I didn’t want to cum before her.So suddenly I pulled her away from my cock and she looked at me in anger. I. I mean, first you call me a pretty darn patronizing name. Then you held that tarp up between me and everyone else and threatened the lives of the entire truckload if anyone tried to peek. Then you chewed me out for pissing on your boots. You said ‘Point that thing somewhere else next time’. ‘Even now I wonder if that was why I volunteered to be your driver that day. Besides the fact that no one else raised their hand, of course. I wonder if I just wanted to see the look on your face. I have to. Your curiosity might be satisfied, but that surging fullness in your loins is begging to differ. No, begging isn’t the right word. Demanding, yes.Suddenly the story page is up on my screen again and I’m totally mainlining on his words. Just tie me off and give me the needle already. I’m trembling all over with pure pharmaceutical quality arousal. Stop it! Wait until after you get home. A token protest at best.It’s purely medicinal therapy. Get it over with. You’ll be an unfocused, flaming train.