Julie tried to do the same thing, but she had boobs, and that slowed her. Granted, they were only B-cups, but that was still enough to slow her down s... she couldn’t catch me before I slipped out and took off down the dark library aisle. ‘Rachel, you bitch!’ she shrieked. ‘Come back with my scarf! You’re dead! I mean it!’ *** I was still trying to catch my breath when I got to class. I knew Julie would be mad, but it was for her own good, so I wasn’t really worried about her reaction. She’d get. One day they'd laugh at Ron's presumption that a missing sock meant the end of the world. "You mismatch socks every day Ron, and it's only the Founders Day long weekend, not the Quidditch World Cup!" Ron shook his head for the second time, this time in exasperation. Harry knew that this was one of those times that he had revealed his lack of common wizarding knowledge. "Harry, in the least crass way possible this weekend is probably the most freaky we'll ever be in our entire lives" he. His tongue was doing amazing things. Her legs were actually weak. He’d never done it quite like this before and as he continued he pulled her even tighter against his eager mouth. She felt his sharp nails dig into the flesh of her backside and she could feel the first twinges of an explosive orgasm begin to build in her toes, travel up her legs, causing them to shake. As the ecstasy reached her now dripping crotch, She felt a hard cock press against her back. She felt callused hands reach. Before dawn the wives freshened up again, their pussies especially in need of it, and slipped naked into their own spouse’s bed. The room resounded with happy sex sounds as the couples reunited at a new and different level. The husbands had enjoyed “sloppies” with that college girl but never expected them from their wives.Modesty was looser now but the foursome behaved as if nothing had happened as they went through the day’s activities. There was a lot more expressed affection and even some.