Anyway, the farmer was a young fellow probably in his thirties and drenched like me. He asked me to accompany him. After a walk of 10 minutes on the o...tskirts of the village, he led me to a neat mud house, which had those dry leaves roof. Around the house on the wall and the ground was plastered with cow dung. I had to bend to enter the thatched hut as the door was smaller. On entering in, I found that the family consisted of two small girls (probably aged 2 and 4) and his wife. Now she was. I sucked the tip into my mouth, then licked up and down his shaft, loving the softness of his skin stroking up and down my face. My hands felt his balls, they were covered in dark hair but they were huge, the skin loose and weird feeling. I held the base of his cock in my hands, his cock against the smallness of my hands looked so big! I sucked the tip of his cock back into my mouth, taking his huge throbbing member further into my mouth, remember what the Pastor’s wife had done.‘Oooohhh that’s. Only Imogen, sitting next to Ernie, was able to express what the entire group felt. Standing, she dealt Ernie several stinging slaps to the face, each harder than the last. The hapless Hufflepuff sat perfectly still, making no attempt to avoid the blows, almost as if he welcomed them. Imogen only stopped when Harry struck her with a mild Impedimentia jinx."Sit down!" commanded Harry, and when Imogen ignored him, Harry's wand work compelled her obedience. This took care of one problem, but Harry. I felt really stupid saying it, but someone had to, "I'm Ed, by the way."She was breathing just as hard, but just said, "I know." That threw me, but then she saw my puzzlement, "You're shirt has a name tag." Oh, right," I said realizing I'd been an idiot. I was working every time I'd every meet her. "But I never…" I started to say."Yuri," she said with a smile, "My name is Yuri."I felt embarrassed to have not asked earlier, but her cute smile made me smile and I couldn't resist kissing her.