I felt her muscles tense as she brought her hand smartly down on my bare cheeks; the stinging pain of her wicked hand making my arse glow and sting. ...fter about 25 slaps I was made to beg her forgiveness, was then allowed down and made to lie on my back on the bed. I watched as mistress peeled off her panties and climbed on to the soft bed. I looked up in wonderment as she straddled my face; I had no need to sniff vigorously, the scent of her hot pussy and arsehole already sweetened the. So much so, in fact, that even the armour seemed to shiver in anticipation of what was to come. He was halfway down the long corridor when he noticed that they had noticed. A few had recognized him and they, in turn, were telling others. “It’s him.” “He’s back.” “Who?” “The Potter boy.” There was a rustling among the portraits as fear began battling with confidence, and sorrow was challenged by hope. “The Professor’s have retreated.” “They haven’t retreated; they’re taking up positions about. Shes about 5 foot 5, has long blonde hair and a somewhat chubby figure with large natural breasts. It was the beginning of summer and the heat waves would begin to change the mood around the house. Id walk around the house with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and some looney toons boxers, my mother would lay outside in the back to get a tan. I walked up to her often, asking random questions or striking up conversations about the weather so that I can look at her beautiful breasts. She was. I bring the coffee and she brings the cake; today's is a scrummy lemon drizzle and already I'm picking at the crumbs in my lap and salivating at the possibility of a second slice. Our bench is on the outer circular path of the park, partially shaded by a scrawny silver birch, sandwiched between the three old men bench and the oversized hoody wearing, skateboard carrying youf bench; both of which I've unsuccessfully tried to infiltrate. So here I am stuck with Celia nattering about all things.