We figure that since they know she plays in a rock band she'd be a little dramatic and heavy with makeup, contrast between light skin makeup, nothing ...oo Goth, mind you, and dark eye makeup. A heavy foundation will cover your tan line, and any little beard growth." "Whatever, mom. I'm in your hands." When the stuff was soaking into my hair, she tossed me a bottle of pale creamy blue nail polish. A pretty shade, if you like blue nail polish. "Go ahead and put it on. You remember how, I'm sure.. She talked about her house and her sister and family, seemed like she and her sister were very close. I also asked her if she had any special friends (has to be discreet here to avoid being offensive) and she gave a small laugh as if mocking me and said her parents were very protective and never allowed her to mingle much with others and specially with boys. Our time was up and we left. After seeing few more girls I told to my parents enough. They pushed me and one day in the heat of moment I. New saree and new blouse. Then one of then asked “then you are wearing no bra and panty haa” for which my mom blushed and said no. I am wearing. Every body was drink and was speaking boldly. One of then said my Dad look your wife is lying to us”. He said no sir; she is wearing bra and panty. Other said “we don’t believe”. Now my wife lost it completely and in front of everybody she put her pallu down and unbuttoned her blouse and showed her bra to all and said “look at my black bra sir”. My. Fuck Hermione! That was fucking hot today in Muggle Studies! Harry told her, throwing down his backpack on the table beside her in the Slytherin common room. Ive never seen you like that! Harry said, both quite delighted and overjoyed at the thought of Hermione becoming a slut. As Hermione tried to find an antidote for Malfoys potion in her Potions textbook, she tried to ignore both Harrys praise and his looks at her ample cleavage. She had a strange urge to reach under the table and see how.