That caused a melee of laughter and noise around the table.“I can’t take credit for that. My dear friend Hermione Granger soon to be Weasley, took...my idea and after about fifteen or so alterations to it, it worked!” Harry rejoined.Her cheeks reddened in response as Ron opened his and took a big gulp.“How about doing that for some firewhisky?” Ron asked his fiancée.“Ron,” Harry said, “Hermione wouldn’t help unless we got it to be without any alcohol.”“Good idea, Harry,” Ginny said, giving him a. She wrapped her hands around my neck and leaned back, circling her hips and fucking me for all it was worth. Then she came forward again. The feeling of her silky cunt was becoming too much for me. I heard her last gasp echo around the stadium as I felt her pussy tighten around me and she fell down onto me in one final silky smooth fucking movement. Her shaking was to much for me and I thrust upward and shooting my load deep into her. What I had been waiting for out in the crowd had happened on. .. some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I wanted Jess. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on the couch, up on the telescope platform. She was different than the cookie. As I looked up from my phone I saw him watching me from a window on the ground floor. He'd managed to get me wet before I'd even walked through the door. 'Two can play at that game,' I said to myself. I went straight into the toilet when I got into work and took several pictures. Not long after that, we were both in the morning meeting when I sent the first picture. It was of me from the waist up with just a few buttons of my blouse undone. I loved watching his reaction as he discreetly.