I congratulated the proprietor and brewer on the fulsome flavour of his famous Old Peculiar, and bought a pin of the noble ale for consumption by the ...arge crew and myself during our onward journey to London.Daft Danny Dobson; Magistrate John Bailey at Hungerford, Sigismund von Metzendorf, Silas Maddox, and Cornelius Braxton-Clark were all dead, although none of them by my hand. The demon inside me was content but not assuaged. That would only be encompassed by Eloise de La Zouche’s death.The. She still wanted to give her boy/girl virginity to Harry if he ever noticed her, but even if he didn’t, she knew she hadn’t found the right boy to give it to yet anyway. Dean Thomas had been the best kisser, she’d told Hermione, but he still wasn’t "the one."Hermione had fewer boyfriends, probably - she suspected - because of her close friendship with Harry and Ron. Not many boys were open minded enough to want a girlfriend who only hung around with other boys. In fact, Hermione had only dated. With small steps she hesitantly moves towards the spot, then carefully, very carefully, lies down. Right smack in the middle of a patch of stinging nettles.The patch is not very large, so when she lies down, only her torso is actually lying in the nettles. Her head is safely beyond the stinging greenery, as are her hips and legs. I tell her to keep her arms out of the nettles, too, so for now it’s only her chest and stomach that get stung.But then I tell her to roll onto her back, so that her. “Oh god damn, don’t fucking stop I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum” I yelled as I squirted what must have been a gallon of cum all over her and whoever else was near by.“Ok now the fun is going to really begin” said Emily as she inserted about half of the fake cock inside my pussy.“Now hold it in you Riley, don’t let it out.” as she turned around where her ass was facing mine now. I looked behind me to see her take the other end and put it in her pussy just like she had done to me. “Em, what.