” he said quietly. “Well, why don’t you just wear your boxers underneath your gym pants? I’m sure Mrs. Cameron won’t mind” I told him. “......uh...didn’t wear any underwear to school today...” He replied, looking even more uncomfortable than before (if that was even possible). “Oh... well then...you would borrow a pair from me,” I suggested as I held up an extra pair of light gray underwear. “Don’t worry, they’re clean! I swear!” I said as I noticed him looking kind of disgusted at the underwear. So we will have to go shoe shopping again soon.A girl can never have too many sexy heels." Do you like the color of your lips and nails? I picked it out for aspecial reason. I will tell you but first I want to ask you a question,and I want an honest answer. Did you take anything out of your father'stool box?" No, honest," I almost shouted, but she just asked again. Again, I deniedit, not wanting her to know what had excited me so.She came up to me with fire in her eyes, grabbed my wrist and. But he'd seen her dance. Even at a place withmellower, slower music, there was always an air of the "hot girl in front of the stage trying to get laid bythe guitarist" to her movement. And in a revealing satin blouse and swirling satin skirt? God help them ifthey played anything even resembling swing jazz, and got those eye-catching breasts started on astruggle to escape through the flimsy silken walls that imprisoned them.No, he wasn't afraid of being seem dancing with an older woman, he was. The slow and deliberate movements of Harry’s hand, and the steady thrust of Ron’s hips towards Harry’s body, made it hard for either girl to breathe properly, and when the boys switched up so that Ron was stroking their cocks and Harry was bathing Ron’s nipples with his tongue, the transition was so well practiced that neither girl actually noticed the change taking place."Oh, Merlin," was Hermione’s response when Harry dropped to his knees, eagerly taking Ron into his mouth, and she dropped.