"I had a feeling he'd do something like that. I certainly understood why. He had already taken some of her hairs. I had no objection to it, but Momo m...ght not be the same."A blood sample?" she asked.He pulled out a large syringe. "I'll use this to draw some of your blood and collect it in a little container. It will just be a small poke. Can you give me your arm?"Seeing the needle, Momo became scared, but held out her arm. Dr. Lawrence swabbed her elbow with alcohol and rested the needle on her. My index finger slides between their swollen labia, delving into their steamy box. In unison, their hips rise, pushing my finger deep inside of them. I pull my finger most of the way out then push it deep inside them again. Their moans make me so hard. The expression of pleasure on their faces are heavenly. My finger slides up their slit and focuses on the clitoral hoods. The angle of my finger and their grinding hips does not work well so I begin using my thumb to massage their clit. Now it. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold. What did you too do?” Lavender said, thoroughly enthused with the story.“We made out a bit and he played with my boobs and I gave him a hand job, but then he went down on me and I swear, it was the best I ever had.”“Better than Oliver?”“Better than Oliver,” Pavarti said smugly. Horny and crazy about her skirmish with Ron, Hermione figured that asking Cormac out would only benefit her. Besides, she was going insane only masturbating every now and then. She needed to be with someone again or else.