Unless you’re actually gay, you shouldn’t have a problem with me calling you a faggot. I mean, you’re not actually gay, are you? Am I making you...feel victimised, marginalised, or unfairly stereotyped?” She asked, her final questions asked in a condescension-soaked deadpan. “N-no,” I insisted. She laughed vindictively. “Then it’s not offensive. It’s fantasy. Now open your dirty, cock-sucking mouth, faggot,” She mocked. “Nice and wide, like a hungry little slut.” I reluctantly did so. Maintaining. Sally hung up her blouse and skirt in her closet.She sat on the edge of her bed to take off her sneakers and sox. Sammy saw this reflected in her dresser mirror. She stood then wearing only her bra and panties. Reaching behind her back the young girl unhooked her bra and took it off. Sammy gasped at the sight of her bare breasts.The girl was 12 and her titties were only half grown. Still they were quite interesting to the boy who was spying on her from the house next door. He had seen pictures. I was about to cum. My knees started to buckle, so I braced myself against the shower wall with my hand. Before I could get my composure I shot my load into her mouth. She was taken aback at how quickly I came, but she kept sucking and stroking, swallowing every last drop. After she sucked me dry, she looked up at me, "Well, that was quicker than I expected," she said with slight disappointment. I was breathing heavy, still dumbfounded by what just happened. I couldn't even speak. She studied. "Hermione shook her head and walked over to Holly. "Looks like you needmy help again." What-?" Was all Holly got to say as Hermione pointed her wand atHolly's face and said: "Facious Repair-o." What did you do?" Holly asked, afraid to look in the mirror. She wasafraid to see a boy's face on a girl's body looking back at him."It's just a little spell use witches use to repair one's make up whenit's a mess." Hermione said as she held up a mirror to see that Hollyface and hair was no longer a mess.