"Last night? Ah just what is she talking about?"Jim was about to speak when Meagan started to explain. "I slipped on the kitchen floor last night, and...I must have pulled a muscle, and daddy rubbed some really special cream on me and now I feel better."Kathy could hear something strange in Megan's voice, but didn't realize just what the special cream was that Megan had referred to. "What was that sweetie, what cream?" Oh I don't know, something like blue magic or something. What ever it was, it. The scars from high school had mostly healed, but they hadn't faded, and even at age twenty-one they still held a power over me. In a pointless act of defence I dyed my hair, which I didn't like and dyed it back again; and I changed my name to Jeannie, which I kept. I liked Jeannie; it was a little closer to 'Hermione', and that was worrisome, but it was also a little further away from the Jean Granger who had been so traumatised at high school. I started to move on. I even went to see Harry. I listened for half an hour before hanging up. At home I took a cold shower to help with my uncomfortable hardon in that small cage. I fell asleep naked on the couch watching TV . I woke when I heard the garage door opening. I sat up and waited on her to come in. She tossed her bag on the coffee table and hiked up her dress, she hooked the panties with her thumbs and pulled them down. Stepping out of them she pushed me back so I laid down on the couch. She sat her pussy right on my face. It was. We reached her flat. She was alone as her flatmate was out for the weekend.We jumped to the bedroom.I scanned her from top to bottom. She blushed and said you have much more to see tonight. I complimented her beauty and said I am dying to worship your body. I grabbed her and pressed her to the wall and we started smooching each other.We kissed and sucked each other like there is no tomorrow. My hands were on her back, on her ass, on her boobs and I was touching every part of her. We didn’t.