He got into a very frenzied, rapid stroke for about two minutes straight and it was driving her crazy. She was gripping my dick and it felt like a vic..., while trying to suck on it between his forceful strokes. All the while his balls were skimming across my face and slamming her pussy like a wrecking ball.All of a sudden, she started cumming and screaming. She let loose with her bladder and a torrent of piss filled my mouth and yuck, morning piss! I was pretty much stuck in this position with. Some of the ingredients were quite expensive and rare. I figured it would be worth it if it worked. Mum asked me about why I needed to spend so much money and I explained to her that I had decided to accept my life as a squib and focus on less magical pursuits. I still wanted to have a try at some of the less magically-oriented parts of the wizarding world, such as potions, and levered my argument on how much money they were spending on my sisters education. She caved easily and my dad seemed. They were both in their early twenties, and told us they migrated from the city of Hanoi in Vietnam. Geography not being my best subject, I asked where that was exactly, and Niem said it was in the northern region of Vietnam.I read about the Vietnam war as a girl in school, so I asked them if they remembered anything about it. Ngo said they were both born after the war, but their father fought in it. While we talked my husband, Dave, wandered through the nursery, looking at what they had for. "The patron, his uncle, grunted again. He finally gave up a "Hello" under Paolo's demanding stare. He left again for the other bottle.Paolo laughed. "He's a good old goat, I promise."The other bottle came. Glasses were filled."Let's toast to -- uh -- well -- happiness," Paolo said.We raised our glasses. Happiness was something I'd drink to. I looked at Lauren. Her glass came up halfway. She took small sips.Paolo asked for the antipasto. The uncle left again. We were alone."So," Paolo asked, "If.