Mary was pumping back at him as he released his sperm deep into her cunt. Deeper than she had ever received that hot white male sperm.To my astonishme...t, the man didn't pull out a flaccid cum covered dick. He continued to fuck my wife. He again flipped her onto her belly, lay over her pinning her to the bed as he continued to hump the mother of my c***d. Mary lay silently and passively, letting Patrick have his way with her. Slowly I heard her begin to make little whimpering sounds. She began. For days now, you’ve tried to figure out what was wrong on your own and when that failed, you went for help to Dumbledore, who was baffled by your condition. He took you to see Madam Pomfrey, Hogwart’s resident healer, who also came up with no reason for the erratic magic or shrinking. Then you spent a day being poked and prodded at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, before being told they were clueless about what was wrong with you too. It was you who came up with the crazy. "Need it for those wasters in Strasbourg. Don't spend too much time on it," he had said as he told Gerry he'd be spending a couple of weeks in Kushtia. Now Gerry was sitting in the British Embassy in the Kushtian Capital of Kolin staring at a discouragingly blank lap top screen."Opportunities For Trade Between the UK and the People's Democratic Republic of Kushtia," he typed, "An Initial Assessment." Gerry liked that; 'an initial assessment' - that way if anything came of it he'd be seen as. ” he said as he rubbing his groin against her behind. Amelie knew it was happening again. She was getting horny again, against her own will. She let out a deep sigh. WHY?“And...Lotta Cox´s “painless humiliating for the next century”...there..”The man began to lift up her long, loose skirt. Why was she not running for the door?“Are..are they...expensive?”she asked with a voice she hardly could recognize.“I am sure we can...arrange a fair discount...little whore..”She could hear the door-bell.