I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and I just- I just, I don’t want you to be mad at me.”Percy’s expression turned to shock mingled...slightly with pride. Hermione had just admitted masturbating to the thought of his penis and rather than being mad like she had expected it seemed to give him the same look he had gotten when she’d asked him for help with her school work.Hermione felt something move under Percy’s robes and knew what it must be. He tried to push her a bit farther away but. The cock wavered in and out of reality as the girl's lips latched onto my breast. She was fighting back, drinking down my enchanted milk to free her body.“I need more, Faoril,” I panted.“Right,” the mage purred. My pussy lips were pulled apart by her finger; her tongue dived in.I moaned in delight as Seldyn suckled. My milk's flow was inexhaustible. She drank down the purifying milk. Her lips were tight on my nipple. I shuddered, tingling bliss shooting down to my pussy stirred by Faoril's. Getting “gifts” was much better. She kicked off her slippers. The gas fireplace was going and she warmed her feet. Another few gulps of wine provided a pause.Her first husband it turned out thought she was pregnant, and as a prominent family from Chicago he had to marry her. The elite of Chicago it seemed didn’t mind as her father in law welcomed her into the family by hitting on her. Yes, she did it with him. Her husband though was an exhibitionist and liked to get drunk at high class parties. She shook her head in disgust. Only in America.The sun was about ¼ of the way up as she walked downstairs. Flo was sitting behind the counter reading an E-zine. "Hey, honey," she called out in her thick Texas twang as she continued to recline against the counter. "I owe you a breakfast. I can make you some bacon and eggs."Ugh. Americans ate too much grease. "Could I just have coffee and toast, please?" Lara asked politely as she surveyed the area. No other vehicles in the parking lot or the.