Harry did allow Narcissa this pleasure. He kept fucking her tits until he came coating them with his white paste. Narcissa did her best to get all she...could, but only got a bit. But the bit she got she loved. She was hooked.“Well Narcissa, do you want me to fuck you?” Harry asked.“Yes” Narcissa groaned.“What’s that, I didn’t hear you” Harry said.“Fuck me Potter” Narcissa whined.“Still can’t hear you” Harry said as he tweaked her nipple hard.“Fuck me Potter, I need you to fuck me!” Narcissa. .. unbecoming of her. She's married. Has been for years. I suppose she's just a bit territorial. She never lets anyone else serve me when I come here, and actually got mad a few times when I was here on her days off. It's a bit silly, really," he laughed, shaking his head and looking thoughtful. Glancing around, he smiled at the cozy setting. It was quiet, subdued, and rather unnoticeable against the larger, more romantically viewed restaurants of the area. But it fit Giles perfectly. He felt. They went from 34 B to 36 C on a summer afternoon in a plastic surgeon's office with periareolar saline implants, not into big boob bimbo, just a notch up, so I told myself. Once the soreness receded, I put on heels and stood naked before my full-length mirror and admired my new shape. I was a boob girl, they looked great.They needed to be shown off, test-driven, if only Erica could see them. Shopping, I tried different outfits to see how to enhance them, selected bras that promoted them and. One day I took courage and asked her number without taking anything she gave it I started texting her every day asking casual things one day she asked me that do u have girl friend I told same thing that I have mentioned it above that girls wont talk much because I am topper she laughed for that and told she replied inviting for her daughters birthday party I told surely ill come saying i’ll get an another chance to stare at you I went there with my sister she was wearing deep blouse and saree.