Suddenly, my attention was diverted by Monsieur Lévesque – Marcel, the pub’s owner – who brought his considerable girth over to where I was sit...ing with a bottle of brandy, from which he refilled my glass. ‘Ah, my young American friend, why do you look so down?’ Marcel exclaimed. ‘Drink and be happy. We go to fight the Boches, and we will teach them a lesson.’ ‘I’m sorry, Marcel, but I cannot be happy about what is happening,’ I said. ‘War is nothing to be happy about, especially the kind of. I mashed and squeezed and pulled on those tits giving them a real workout. The reaction I got was her hips started pushing at my aroused cock. Her hands were opening my shirt rubbing up and down my chest. I felt her reach down and undo my pants. She pulled my hard throbbing cock from my shorts. Her hands were soft and gentle but held me firmly. She stroked my cock up and down with a twisting motion of her hands. I was groaning. I unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, removing her thong. " Jack stiffened at the implications. Could someone outside hisoffice somehow know what had happened to him? Or was this the 'Mr. B'that had been impossibly changing him somehow? He sat quietly at his desk, his big soft ass taking up most of thechair, cushioning his body while his petite feet were barely touchingthe carpet. "I'll tell ya what. Right now there isn't anyone out here to hearme talk to you since I've told them to take an early lunch." An early lunch? Who is this. She was a year younger then him, not to mention his best friend’s younger and only sister. Only now did Harry really appreciate how hot Ginny Weasley actually was. Her breasts were a little smaller than Hermione, but her body was just as hot and just as tight. Perhaps letting her drink the potion wasn’t such a huge mistake.As Harry contemplated his options, Ginny was busy at work removing her pullover sweater and her plaid skirt. Her hands were hard at work still as she felt unfamiliar urges.