"How can I help?" he asked suspiciously."I...I just saw your show...and want to ask you about it."He sighed, looking me up and down. I sensed that he ...anted to close thedoor, but changed his mind opening it wider allowing me into his room.The room was almost pitch black lit by some flickering candles. In themiddle of the room there was a huge bed, one wall was almost entirelymirror, the rest of the room was pretty much empty, with a couple ofcabinets and a wardrobe. There was a closed door. I was really worried about you…and Ron,” she added as almost an afterthought. “Well,” Harry said with a small grin on his face, “I’m glad I had you in my corner.” She smiled at his words and seemed to relax a bit. Harry was looking into her eyes. He still had his arms around her and was absentmindedly, softly stroking her back and shoulders. It was like he was just seeing her properly for the very first time. Even though she was his best friends little sister, it was easy to see that she wasn’t. It was a polite greeting. I noticed what a cuty Shirley was and how piercing were her eyes when she chose to look into mine. Green eyes amidst the tangle of red hair and a pale milky face. Not the blonde bimbo I had imagined except for her shape. I barely had a chance to survey her body and see its voluptuous quality. The large well shaped ass and the large well shaped bosom were easy to look at as they moved inside her tight black blouse and tight green skirt.The timing was good. We had caught. Now it must be. He bent toward us. His lips traced paths of fire and ice over our neck. We gasped with pleasure (or disgust). Five. Our arms were paralyzed. Panic washed over us. There was no escape. We tried to run, but couldn’t. Our limbs wouldn’t obey. There was only him. Six. Just look into my eyes and tell me that you want me. We fell into his eyes. Seven. Against our will, our mouth opened. Slowly, laboriously, we inhaled . . . Eight . . . swallowed once. Then, our tongue, like sandpaper,.