"Did you finish?" I just sat there for a minute as the question reverberated through my head. "Um, well, no, well, that kind of took the fun out of it... you know," I mumbled wanting to change the discussion to just about anything else. "Well, I guess you get lonely without Grandma around." "Yeah, I do miss her in a lot of ways." "I'd be happy to do it for you, Grandpa." Like I said, I grew up in a different age. "Honey, um, that's kind of a personal thing, you know, kind of grown-up, private.". The few people who remained scattered themselves around the rink. This fact calmed my nerves a bit. The likelihood of getting caught was pretty much nil. The idea of this game was starting to excite me again.You guys were starting to take the ice. This was getting real; I clenched the remote I was hiding in the sleeve of my coat. I did a mental check of the rules. You score, I turn it on or increase it. If the goalie stops it, or more likely you whiff it, I take a drink from the cocktail hidden. Apparently the real party began after the door was locked. She looked across the VIP area. There were a number of celebrities that Kim could recognize other than the teen queen. There was a network anchor chatting up a sexy young starlet, several women from the smash show: Desperate Homemakers, Slut, the hot new female rock band, screamed while they poured drinks into each other's open mouths, a fashion model or two, and a number of people whose only celebrity was that they were obscenely rich,. . Nearly there... OH FUCK!'Ron felt her pussy clamp around his cock as he carried on thrusting into her. She reached out and with her arms and legs pulling him closer to her as tightly as she could. She was still panting in his ear as his thrusts carried her orgasm for longer. The added lubrication from Hermione's juices, as well as her pussy tightening as she came had got Ron close to his end so he pulled out.'On your knee's Hermione' he ordered as she gladly obeyed. He began to stroke his.