” Fang coughed a laugh, delighted that I’d been caught staring. But poetic justice intervened, causing him to wince in pain as his arm moved with ...he bounce of his chest. I smiled to myself under the veil of bloody gauze across my face, but kept my gaze firmly on the blackhat. She narrowed her eyes at me, her brow creasing slightly. Realising I wasn’t going to look away, she poked her tongue out, the pink flesh glistening seductively in the sunlight. I was captivated by the shine of the saliva. She laughed and said, JL that boy Louie got more dick than you and it’s all I can do to keep up with him. That sorry ass nigger I am married to done started slipping around sucking Louie’s dick when he ain’t fucking me. I mean that Louie keeps my pussy full of his cum, my thighs are slick with his cum right now, I never seen so much cum and to top it off I done missed my period, so Louie done knocked me up. I know it wasn’t that limp dick nigger I am married to. Hell, I was out to the hen house. I know Hermione, said Harry with a smile, despite his tiredness, look, get under the cloak and come with me. Silently, Harry and Hermione got under Harrys invisibility cloak and stalked away from the celebration which was ensuing in the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione made their way into the Entrance Hall, where rubble and bodies still lay strewn around the room. Harry threw off the cloak and quickly made his way over to Ron, who despite being caked in blood and dust, looked noble in death. He. Let’s be clear. I’m not a virgin, but I never slept around. Two guys, count em, two, in twenty-three years, and both were mistakes. The next guy is going to be the right guy. Charles looks like the right guy. That’s part of what pisses me off about him. I know he’s dated other girls in the office. Girls talk you know. They all say the same things about him, gentleman, sweet, good date, and never pushy. He could have any girl he wanted. He could have me! He’s never even asked me out! Why not?.