He slid me over his lap a bit, and I was kind of pouting because all I could do now was stroke his cock. He was preoccupied with my ass."I don't have ... lot of experience at all," I said "You're probably the fifth guy I've ever been with in my life." Uh-huh," he said, absent-mindedly. He was sliding my short down. He was clearly much bigger and stronger than I was because he lifted me and maneuvered them down to my ankles with ease.With his two hands he spread my cheeks and then, without. The irritation in his eyes was enough for Hermione to put her wand away. It took Ron a moment more. “Sev… er, Professor,” he said, slipping his wand away and rubbing his hind quarters. “Of course.” Ron rose to his feet and put his arm, haltingly, about Hermione’s waist. He looked into her eyes and whispered, “No need to go mental. I was awake. Reflexes of a cat. You know that. Meeeeowww.” He made a clawing motion with his right hand, and Hermione, against her will, smiled. “Is the boy still. I kept at it, but she whined and said she didn't want to. She said she loved me, and was a married woman and would feel like a cheap slut screwing another man. She went on to say she would be worried about how she'd feel about screwing a friend or a friend's husband, her guilt, the gossip, blah, blah, blah. I got tired listening. Since I couldn't persuade her to go along with my idea, and she sure as hell didn't tell me to go out and party without her, I decided to see if I could spice up our. Moments ago, I had him within my grasp, and he slipped away. My heart races in fear.I yell to him out loud as if he can actually hear me. He cannot. I say a few words of prayer hoping that God will bring him back to me. He will not.I bend over, spread my ass cheeks with my hands, and jump up and down. Gravity, don’t fail me now. I need you. It appears I stand on the one spot on earth where gravity does not exist.“Viggggggoooooo!”I guess I need to explain something to you. Viggo is my teeny,.