Our story ended with Mari knocking on the door this morning. "Merde." She whispered when we stopped talking. "Incroyable" she said gazing at Mom. "Wha... an incredible, ... faute, ..." Mistake." I translated. "Or not. Maybe it wasn't a mistake after all. Maybe something more cosmic, that is driving us to be lovers." I shared a brief glance with Mom."Do you want?" she asked Mom. "I know you want!" she told me with a giggle, glancing, none too subtly, at my erection. Mom was thoughtful."Oui." Mom. ‘Huh!’ mumbled Harry, opening his eyes groggily, not knowing what was going on.‘Hey Harry!’ whispered the twins in unison. ‘Can we borrow the Marauder’s Map for a little bit?’‘Yeah sure, whatever… I think Ginny’s got it though… ask her’ Harry replied before closing his eyes again and falling asleep in seconds.Fred and George looked at each other, quickly realizing that the only way to ask Ginny was to make it up to her dormitory where she was sleeping. The only problem with that however, was. He could almost see her pussy now. She had a few wispy golden red hairs just peeking around the edges of the material, the same color as the hair on her head. The carpet matched the drapes!His finger was beginning to feel really good, and her thighs parted a little more to give him more room. This allowed a little slack between the inside of her thigh and the jeans material, which allowed him to easily slide his finger between them. He was rubbing her labia directly now, and she was getting. A new track began and Lana declared ‘my pussy tastes of Pepsi cola,’ Carmen made a yummy sound in her throat and allowed her left hand to drift down between her thighs, pushing the cotton material of her sleep shorts against her pussy and parting the fleshy lips ‘mmm, how nice would it be to have sexy Lana here right now, on her knees telling me what my pussy tastes of?’ she thought idly and giggled at the idea. ‘Maybe, who knows? One day I might actually have someone like her, someone famous.