Grace shrieked and yelled but my hand remained between her shoulder blades where I had her pinned. I continued to have my way with her as I closed my...eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of her flesh. Such a sight it is to open your eyes and see your cock being received by a little ass that is stretched like it has never been before as it pushes in to receive me then yields a bit when I pull back, I swear it felt like her ass was sucking me when I pulled back.My eyes did catch the sight of her. Definitely a nut, a loon. Some poor girl burned her mind out and now out here every night mad-as-a-hatter. Though. If she was crazy what did that make me? Watching her. Staring from afar lusting for her gentle curves. Obsessing about her. She built a mystery for me, which my curious nature couldn't resist to attempt to solve. It was one night about a month or so into my lust, when I stepped outside the pub into a dimly lit street and didn't see her. I felt my heart sink. Where was she? I looked. "You know, you shouldn't only look for excitement in stories, you can find it in real life too. She looked round at me and smiled. "Do you have any of the Chianti left?" "I don't know, I'll have a look in the storeroom" Five minutes or so passed, then I heard "there is one bottle but I can't reach it, could you help me?" I walked into the storeroom, to the left there was a separate cupboard filled with alcohol, I walked in, she had her back to me the bottle was above her head, as I put my hand. It was impossible for Harry and Ron to keep track of each other or the two girls, and so they each focused on keeping a measured, silent pace in the school's dark halls. In the weak torch light it would be easy to blunder in to a suit of armor or some other obstacle, so everyone stayed clear of the walls and walked down the middle of the hall. Hermione and Imogen, under Harry's invisibility cloak, made slower progress than the boys."At least we don't have to worry about Mrs. Norris," whispered.