I eyed him up and down and he came in closer to me tohave a good look at my eyes, he seemed pleased with what he saw. At a quickglance around the room...I couldn?t see my man any where. This put me on edge alittle I must admit, now I was totally alone and strung up like a prize turkey.Although I have to admit it must have made my tattoo look surprisingly arousingand tempting, I was hoping that what it said would be happening.Lickable??? hey what do you recon?.?I see you are attired exactly how I. At first there was no sign that the curse had achieved anything, but as the evening wore on there was general agreement that his speech was a bit odd. Finally, in exasperation, Hermione had spoken up."He's speaking in iambic pentameter," she explained. "You know - like in one of Shakespeare's plays." George had disqualified her on the spot, explaining that the curse was in fact extremely useful - Shakespeare had routinely subjected himself to it before sitting down to write.After the contest. "My tongue probed into her, the sour, acid taste of her, and soon her vulva was enveloped by my mouth. "Mmm," Stephanie moaned above me, and I moaned into her pussy. She liked that, so I did it again, and again as her thigh rubbed my cheek."Poor little Pam," I heard her murmur. "You're my little fucktoy now." She pushed forward with her pelvis to signal me to get up. I stood, my cock swinging, and she gave an appreciative raise of her eyebrows. "Now you get to do what you've been jerking off to. "Let me go!" she screamed.I have pictured my sister in this exact position thousands of times and now that she was there for real and we were alone I wasn't about to let go."No way, it's your own damn fault. Quit stealing my stuff."The next time she pulled forward I pretended to lose my grip and my hands slid down onto her bum. Moving them quickly back to her waist I pushed my sister's skirt up, revealing the tops of her stockings and her thong which was wedged in the crack of her heart-shaped.