My heart jumped into my throat. He kept saying his lines but all I could think about were his hands on my legs. The only thing separating him from me ...as a thin layer of cotton. I felt his warmth on my face, the heat of his hands on my lap. My cock started growing again in my shorts.I stared into his eyes, aroused and terrified. He must have known what was happening. He continued his lines intensely, staring right back at me, as my dick helplessly jumped and filled up. I could feel it pushing. Once his wife was parked into the back seat of the taxi ride home, a 40 minute journey through the nature forrest, my tormentor sat alongside me and d****d his arm over my shoulder, as my husband settled into the front of the taxi and began his slurred nontalk with the driver.Off we went into the dark and as I closed my eyes my naked breast was ever so gently eased out of its suporting cup and in full view to no-one in particular in the darkened interior, my nipple was subjected to gentle. " Harry thought it a little weird be he kept that in mind. Harry started picking up bottles of silver liquid, which had been labeled, and read each of them. "Prophecy, Bob Ogden, Horcruxes (Slughorn) and one bottle labeled Minerva." Harry knew the later one was prof. McGonagall’s first name. There were other bottles here but most of them Harry did not recognize the names on them. Harry then took the locked box into his hand and examined it. There were two side-by-side circles on the top. There. " Most of their friends are gay, what were you going to do anyway?" I was planning on not going." All because you won't have your wife's skirt to hide behind," Jennyrejoined before laughing again."I only go because you go." No. You go because you like the chance to strut around in heels and adress in public," Jenny retorted.George blushed as he admitted, "Okay, there's a little truth there." More than a little," Jenny countered."It'd be weird though." You already told me that you don't want to.