"Promise?" Promise!" Zim grinned, looking a little comical with a Santa beard offoam. It was not much but to Zim it was a huge leap in the rightdirect...on when she did not have to tell Rob to put on a pink tee shirtthat matched his earrings and Alice band.Hanging her wash bag, handbag like over Robs shoulder and unlocking thedoor she joked as she led him white-faced from the shower, "I'm mindedto make a deal with you babe?" And that is?" Rob whispered aware that the artificial chest under histee. The class went on like they usually did, long and laborious and despite the fact that Hermione was seriously distracted, she still managed to brew one of the best potions. Second to Harry, who had a little help from the so-called Half Blood Prince. Hermione couldn't help but scoff as she saw Harry store his precious book in his bag and walk out of the class with Ron. She realized that she was the last person in class and hurried to gather her things. She left the dungeons as fast as she could. A hand clutched his chest, trying to claw out the pain that his coughs would sound. It was horrible, but there was nothing I could do but fret, worry and uselessly fiddle at the corner of his shirt. Had he the voice to name an act to relieve him, I would have dashed to it, and if only it could have been ended so soon. Night became day, over and again, but still his smile would lose time on his eyes to make way for the tired haze that the pains would leave in him. My hand clutched his so tightly. My balls tightened. It was incredible.My whore-daughter was pleasing me.“Fuck,” I groaned, my pleasure building and building. My hands gripped her hair.My son appeared. He froze at the sight of me getting blown. His blue eyes widened, his face, a younger mirror of my own, burst with shock. I groaned, my pleasure surging through me. My dick throbbed as she sucked with such passion.My cock erupted.My jizz spurted into her mouth. My jizz fired into her. It splashed into her mouth. Her cheeks.