He sat in the chair opposite me and just smiled as I took everything in. “I see you have noticed this is not a typical fancy restaurant little one. ...This is a special club. All the male members here are into a different sort of kink, all of us enjoy the company of a little girl to amuse us. I have been waiting years for your mother to bring you too me. She doesn’t know of my love for little girls so I knew it was a matter of time. This trip happened just in time too, three more years and. I hear the groan as Dan cums again, shooting another load, this time up and over his belly. I cum too, shuddering, crying out, squirting, my nails raking across Tony’s back leaving red welts in their wake. We lay there, Tony and I, for a few minutes, catching out breath, kissing, caressing and touching with less urgency this time. Dan leaves the room for a washcloth to clean himself with. When he returns, he sees that Tony has turned me over to my stomach and is kissing my shoulders as he. However, this time he wanted to go a little further in his act.He arranged his 16-year-old sister's nightdress, bra and panty in such a systematic way on the set of two pillows that it was looking as if his she was sleeping on his bed. He looked once again at the way he had placed her clothes, and then stripped himself hurriedly, getting himself ready for action. Soon his cock was poking out in urgent need of release.James climbed on the bed. He set himself the pillows beneath him. He smelled. "I solemnly swear that I am a Marauder." Nothing happened. Albus sighed. He had been so sure that that would have worked. "Maybe you have to say which Marauder you are," John suggested. "Oh come off it!" Rose shouted, "There's going to be some sort of charm on it to see if he really is a Marauder. Just saying so isn't going to work." Albus kind of agreed with Rose at this point, but he was willing to try anything. But which Marauder? Prongs. It had to be. Prongs was his.