She wore a perfume that perfectly complemented her natural scent, a very heady blend. When I could tear my gaze away and looked up, she was staring in...o my eyes. Busted! “So, what up?” She slowly stood up, our eyes locked. I looked at how the dress clung to her curves. I felt myself being drawn in. She laughed.“You’re an evil woman. I should write you up for harassment and inhuman torture, again.” She gave me a hit of her killer smile.“OK, so long as you let me read it in the bath.” She twirled. "Good," James said, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "Leave the guards to me; you just get us inside and then I'll take care of the rest."A minute later, Mark pulled up along the curb outside the museum. Climbing out of the car, the group looked up at the structure. Its enormous marble façade towered over them. A huge staircase led up to a set of gargantuan doors, flanked by rows of tall pillars that supported an overhanging roof. Sharp geometric shapes and large windows made up the roof and. That is the love tunnel. I once read a story about what people did in love tunnels, and we have always found it fun to play around in there trying some of the things ourselves. Poul use to unbutton the front of whatever I am wearing and play with my breasts quite openly. That is exciting because there is actually quite a lot of light when you get used to it, and often the other boats pass within viewing distance and at the same time you can pretend to be so busy kissing that you dont notice. He pushed Hermione further over so her face was on his desk and her ass sticking straight up in the air. Snape got onto his knees and buried his face in Hermione’s pussy, which made Hermione want to moan at the touch of his wet and warm tongue. ‘Mmmmm… not a bad taste either!’ mumbled Snape, licking his lips and delving his tongue back into Hermione’s tight cunt. It took only a few minutes before Hermione couldn’t hold the flood gates back anymore and released her juices all over Snape’s.