I couldn't recall anythingspecifically - just that I sucked a lot of cocks, ate a lot ofpussies, and got fucked over and over. My jaw was sore and I c...uldfeel that my ass-pussy was stretched out pretty good. A cold, wetfluid was leaking from my hole, reminding me that I'd been filledwith untold quantities of sperm.I rested my left hand on Debbie's right breast, softly stroking her.As I did, her nipple began to grow hard and full. The increase in oursexual activity of late had led to her nipples. Two were occupied by a couple salesman-type guys. Two by an elderly couple on the verge of nap-time. The last seat, directly in front of me, was occupied by a young woman in her early thirties. She was wearing a thin, navy blue turtleneck sweater and a tan skirt that ended a few inches above her knees when sitting. The sweater was stretched taut over a pair of very full breasts. Except for a pair of brown leather, low-heeled, calf-length boots, her legs were bare. Ringlets of chestnut-brown. I thought of where I would go when I left. I donned my old cloak and gathered my meager belongings and returned to say farewell to Elizabeth. She was wearing a sheer black negligee when I walked into her house. Underneath, her full breasts rose and fell, her nipples pointing slightly upward. Her eyes had a shine and the corners of her lips were upturned in greeting. She would soon be rid of me, rid of my nagging presence, I thought. She should be pleased. She walked over to the bed and lay. She had not known that Disraeli was a wizard, nor that Niels Bohr was a squib.Imogen was growing tired, but rather than put the book down, she looked at the index to see if there was anything of particular interest. She turned to the last chapter, on the efforts of the few Muggle scientists in the know to find a genetic basis for the differences between them and wizards. But Imogen lacked the science and math background to follow the discussion, and soon found herself nodding off. She.