“But it’s also a wonderful opportunity. Like, I was thinking of getting myself a promotion at work. And maybe see about winning the lottery. I’m...sure we can “convince” someone at the National Lottery to help us out.”“Sure, whatever.”“Hey, you could at least seem at a little more enthusiastic.”“Well it’s kind of difficult! I got this computer program that I thought would be a fun toy, and then I find out some guy in Sixth Form’s also got it, so I basically have to ask his permission if I wanna. And out! Yeah! Now find my button find it! Oh God that's so good."During this time, Harry, not wanting to break Myrtle's concentration had skipped over her slit and started working up her legs from the knees, especially intent on licking up the cream flowing from the ghost girl. As Hermione bucked and writhed in pleasure he inserted his own tongue into Myrtle's vulva. The effect was startling as Myrtle's legs clamped onto his head and one hand came off from caressing Hermione's thighs to pull. Someone whistled. "Go April!" a small group yelled. "Ha, there's no way she can take that!" "Go home, little girl!" "Shut up, she's going to fuck that big thing into the ground."April rose, placed her gaping mouth on top of the softball-sized head pushed herself down on it. She forced it in her mouth, her jaw expanding and expanding.Growing applause and cheers accompanied her. "Holy fuck, that thing's big. You can do it, honey!"That was her mom's voice.Finally, impossibly, her lips closed. Ruma amake abar ek tane tule dar koralo, ami ruma ke joriye dorlam, ar t-shirt er opor theke pithe hat bulate laglam or norom sorir-r upor. Amar hat ta ese barbar ruma-r bra strap-r opor ghosa khachillo. Amar nak ta ke rumar ghar-r opor chepe dhortei or ga theke gham ar perfume-r misti gondho pelam, ruma-o amar buker majhkhan theke amar sorir-r ghran nichillo. Ei bhabe kotokhon chilam jani na, ek somoy pa betha hoye ele, ami oke bichana te suiye dei. Etokhon gaye ga lagiye thaker phole amra du.