It seemed Carol, Bobby’s girl, was on duty that night. “I’ll see her tomorrow night to say goodbye, and then it’s back to the bloody sand-fly....How about you, Shaun? How’s it working out with you and Sharon?”Shaun hesitated, “It’s early days yet, Bobby,” he said in a noncommittal voice.After dinner he went upstairs and began to pack his valise and have an early night.As he was leaving the dining room after breakfast, a lobby boy waylaid him with a message. It was from Sharon. She wanted him to. But she was even harder to read than usual. One moment she had his tongue hanging out with her sexuality and came on to him - then she was colder than Pop Tate's frozen custards. She was driving him crazy. It was like she was punishing him! But he hadn't done anything to her. He wouldn't dare!The new Veronica found herself avoiding Jughead. She didn't know how she could ever have liked such a low class loser!That night, the person who was now very reluctantly Archie Andrews was steaming in his. He collected some of her silken wetness on his fingertips and slowly massaged the fluid into her taught little bundle of nerves. His cock, which was aching with renewed need, twitched against his belly and he grasped it with his free hand and began to slide it up and down his length. Ron was gorgeous, he thought, as he watched him make love to Hermione’s pussy with his mouth, tongue thrusting inside her, and then retreating to lick long stripes through her folds. He wondered why Ron had never. ‘I love you, Vadya,’ she said, the corner of her mouth lifted in a teasing smile. ‘Maybe next year when we are married we can come back here alone and I will make a child with you? What say you?’ He could not say anything. He bent his head down and tried hard, hard not to cry. They had never spoken about it but she knew how much he wanted children and she was saying that although the idea of carrying a child disgusted her, she would go through it for him. But before that, he was going to have.