“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” She glared. “You’re such a retard,” she hissed.“Oh, ok… sorry… I’ll go then,” I said in a loud voi...e.She gabbed my wrist and held me back. “It’s too late now. Just shut up and stay here. If they see you, I’m fucked.”Normally Jenna is such a drama queen, but, for the first time I though she actually might be in some real trouble. “What did you do this time?” She didn’t answer, but I could see a wad of cash bundled in her hand. Neither her t-shirt nor mini-shirt gave. Despite the premature end to the subject of Ron, Hermione felt like a tight knot inside her had suddenly unwound. She'd lost weight over the last week - maybe she would start eating properly again. She focused on the concern Imogen was expressing about her progress, or lack thereof, in Snape's class.Imogen had not been able to accelerate her pace in Potions in the way she had in her other subjects, for Snape was taking her through the first year curriculum at a first year's rate. Each Potions. She wanted to rest, to sleep.He climbed off her, fighting his own urge to sleep. Not enough time.“Come on baby, can’t sleep, need a shower.”She moaned, holding up her arm for him. He lifted her and she felt the room spin.“I think I’m drunk!”He laughed, then groaned, “Shit, I just had sex with a drunken sixteen-year-old.”“Daddy’s girl!” she giggled.He helped her into the shower, washing her as they stood together under the flowing water.“Burrr! You freezing me now?”He had purposefully lowered. When Megan thought that Julia had returned to her room she resumed her indulgence with herself. She was too horny to not finish off. Megan inserted her fingers into her now dripping pussy. She moved her had at rapid paces and she knew that she was getting close to an orgasm. Julia could hear all of this. The sensational sounds of Megans masturbation was making Julia extremely exited. Megan continued to finger herself. She felt the intensity of her orgasm developing. Her facial expression.