He felt as if he had been inside the night club for days not hours and his vision swam before focusing and he followed Jessica to a silver car and she...opened the door and helped him get in. She then hopped into the driver's seat. "Where to boss," she asked enthusiastically. "13 Witching St.," he replied groggily. He rested his head on the door. When Jessica stopped he sat up and looked around realized he must have nodded off because they were at his house already. Jessica came and opened his. One hand wrapped around himand began to stroke the sensitive skin. Then it tightened around him andslowly began to pump. His breathing became shallow as she increased herpace slowly, always keeping it slower that what he needed, making himwant..Then suddenly she went full speed ahead, her hand milking hiscock furiously. "Yes! Oh God, Yes!" The pleasure was sharp and perfect,driving him swiftly but surely towards coming. But then suddenly he wasengulfed in heat and wetness. The rhythm broke and. Sometimes when you suffer a great disappointment and discover you can't be what you really want to be your reaction is to turn against it. Then you go on to pretend to yourself that you did not want to do that anyway. I think that is what happened in your granny's case. That may be why she was so antagonistic to the world of magic and anyone who could be what she once wanted to be."Professor McGonagall explained."That seems silly," Petunia replied."It is," said professor McGonagall, "It. It was supposed to do that on Wednesday night.Wednesday dawned. I was very excited for the whole day. At last at 9 PM I locked my flat and went up on the terrace. I had just put on shorts and a T-shirt. I had no undies underneath. I went on the water tank. I removed all the little clothes I was wearing, stood upright and started stroking my cock. I was feeling very excited. But my excitement did not last longer. I heard few footsteps coming toward the terrace. Oh Shit. Some was coming right on.