It didn’t take long for Ron to respond to Hermione’s presentation; he grabbed her hips and guided his long six inches in towards her tight little ...wat. He could feel Hermione cringe in a little pain as his bulbous head began splitting her in half. She let out a small cry as Ron continued to force more of his shaft into her.‘God you’re tight!’ groaned Ron, pulling out of her pussy and spitting on his rod before placing the tip back into her. Hermione probably would have responded to the. "Girl's gotta eat. Look what y'done." She held up the torn cloth and showed me a fine, high breast in doing so."Can be mended," I told her, pushing back some of the tousled hair falling across her face. She shook her head and tossed it back where it was."Kin y'sew?" she demanded, looking about as if expecting a crowd to gather any minute."Some," I told her, "like any soldier." You don' look like no soldier. What regiment?" she demanded."Hush," I said. "I'm in t'other army, Washington's." Lord. She grinned at him and climbed up on the bench her knees astride his lap. The dress pulled up over her hips as she spread her legs over him. Bruce let his hands roam up her thighs and to her smooth mound which was dripping wet. He looked into her eyes as he guided the tip of his cock back and forth through her moist labia. When she was ready and he was just right Heather lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, moaning as he slowly sank into her. They both enjoyed the sensations as their bodies. Dinner at the Shard being definitely a special occasion, I had dressed carefully both to make a good impression on my husband’s boss and to show Andy that he wasn’t the only one who had weathered the years well. My short black cocktail dress had been hauled from the depths of the wardrobe and I was wearing it with black tights, high heels and my best gold jewellery. Add to that a black shawl over my shoulders and an expensively finished hairstyle and I felt fantastic. I couldn’t wait for my.