The hostess, the waiter, and the chef all knew her. Fortunately they did not all work at the same hotel. On an island with a total population of 3,000... it is hard to be a stranger.Joe stood above her as he pushed the chair in. He could see down her dress from behind. He could see at least one coral pink nipple as she scooted up to the table and placed her napkin in her lap. "Oh, my fucking God," he said to himself. The thing was the longest, pinkest nipple he had ever seen. It must have been. It ached for relief, it begged to be touched and needed to be pulled on. Much more than that though, it seemed to make me need Jon’s dads cock as well. I found myself desiring his big, masculine dick. Inside me and in my mouth. In such a short time, I seemed to have become almost cock obsessed. Knowing Jon’s dad was just in the other room, next to his wife, was torture. I wanted to crawl into bed with him and feel his big hands on my body and feel his mouth and tongue expertly and blissfully. She could see he was taken aback and she smiled to herself, silently blessing her mother’s laziness and apathy about lending Amy her gym membership card, Amy liked to look good as much as the next person and she knew he was impressed. But she had to remember why she was there. ‘Mr Roberts-‘ she began, stopping short at the absence of his wedding ring. He smiled wearily and her mouth felt dry again, her words ceasing to be. Not knowing what to do, she walked to the desk in the middle and placed. Walking up behind him, Harry said, “Are you all right, Ron. Gin and I heard you scream!”“Uhm, I’m fine, thanks for asking,” was all he said between bites of a pastie.****The meal was formally announced, and the table had magically enlarged to accommodate everyone.With Ginny on Harry’s right, Miss Gabrielle Delacour slickly got on his other side. With everyone seated, Molly used her wand and just like at Hogwarts: Roast Beef, Roast Chicken, Boiled Potatoes, Roast Potatoes, and Yorkshire Pudding.