“We’ll fly and I’ll show you how I calm down after bad dreams. It won’t be weird because we’re friends and we both want this. You need this ...nd I want to help you. Fly with me, Hermione?”“Okay,” Hermione murmured before she could change her mind or think about things logically. Sometimes you just had to be daring and do something reckless.“I’m going to urge the broom higher now. I’m also going to pull your swimsuit down so I can touch your breasts,” Ginny said as the broom shifted, seeming to. And then she looked up. And kept looking up. Well, I don’t think she was actually “looking” up, because chances are her eyes were closed.The man had stepped back, and since they were 3 floors above me, had gone out of my sight. All I could see at that point was Anagha, bent over the ledge, with her head thrown back, moving rhythmically. He was clearly fucking her from behind. For a few minutes, he kept on with his gentle strokes. Then I noticed something was thrown over Anagha’s head. I. I was expecting Tina to come down to investigate at any second, bursting into the living room with her hair drier held like a pistol ready to shoot. The door remained closed and the hair drier maintained its steady drone. As Angela calmed down, I began to think that I might need a second orgasm… and there was only one place I wanted to stick my aching cock. I shuffled forwards and pressed the blunt tip against Angela’s arsehole. “I want to stick my cock up your arse,” I said, being as blunt. She could never tell on me for anything again. This would be good. That night, as I fell asleep, I jerked off thinking about what I had witnessed. I had never had a blow job and at his point I really wanted one. The next day, a Saturday, my sister and I were the only one’s home. Jessica came into my room about noon and said, “John, we need to talk”. “Jessica, there is nothing to talk about, I should have told, but I didn’t”, I said. She looked at me for a minute before asking, “Are you.