Slowly, Harry lowered himself and Hermione down to the ground. He seated himself down on the ground, stretching out his legs with Hermione in his lap....With one hand, he pulled down the zipper on his trousers and fished out his penis. It was already hard and waiting for Hermione.“We’re going to have sex here?” She whispered furiously once she saw what he was doing.With a smile, Harry turned her in his lap so she was facing him. “I know you’re turned on by this, don’t try to deny it,. The wood felt cool through the thin cotton of her long skirt and the string of her panties.She had to end this with Sandy. It hadn’t helped that she knew she wasn’t the only one. She had heard through the grapevine that a student was pregnant, and Sandy was the father. The Brown sisters had gone from the most religious of students to sluts, and rumor had it that not only were both pregnant but Sandy had dated them just before their moral fall. The idea of this - boy - her boy was not only. .. All that time...”“If I don’t come in tomorrow morning, send out a search party.”“If you’re not in here tomorrow morning, you may not want to be found,” Donna smiled.“You got that right.”Alan’s turn:Tuesday afternoon was the aviation meeting. That’s me, Wally, Don Matzke from Mid-South Charters. Others sometime show up. This time it’s Cindy.When we built the big hangar for the Pilatus (and other planes) we stuck a bit of office complexes in one corner of the big building. There’s a conference. ”The intensity of your hand increases, drawing, tapping, kneading my bottom cheeks and then… a firm slap.I freeze - afraid to move. another slap.What? another slap.Then the dragon uncoils without restraint. I arch my bottom up and into your slapping hand and squirm and moan.“I love how this turns you on,” you whisper.“What… how….” Words are a jumbled mess.“Oh, come on, sweet cheeks. You can’t hide this from me. Which do you love more, this?” You squeeze my nipple. “Or.