Suddenly I felt his hand inside my panties and his finger seeking out my pussy.I broke the kiss and my hold on his cock. I yanked his hand out of my p...nties. "Behave," I said, "Sharon's watching." Sharon certainly is watching and listening," Sharon called over. "Don't mind me. You two carry on as if I'm not here," she added laughing. I was now so embarrassed I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. I swam over to where Sharon was and looked up at her from the pool. "Sorry about that,. Now with total access to that beautiful ass I deeply massaged and kneaded those perfect orbs of flesh. I never wanted anything so bad before. His back and shoulders were perfect and my eyes streamed pleasure directly to the heat burning between my legs as I looked upon him, rubbing more massage oil on the object of my desires.Taking each of my hands I so slowly pulled apart his cheeks and all the wonton lust that had been growing for him deep inside of me welled up to over flowing. Never in my. She huddled under the shield of her forest green hood and tried her best to shrink into a puddle of invisibility in the corner pew made of hand-split oak. She drew her cloak tighter around her shivering body hoping the handsome Knight would not notice her presence in the darkened room. This part of the castle was particularly cold in the hours of darkness due to lack of any fireplace to warm the chilly winter’s air. The adjoining great room was much warmer with its well-tended fire and cheerful. "In fact, why don't Hermione and Imogen play on opposite teams, and each of them be the seeker?" Perfect!" said Ron. Neither girl would ever catch a Snitch unless they blundered into it by mistake, and the game would go on until nightfall: hours and hours of glorious Quidditch. Brooms in hand, the seven Weasleys and their friends marched through the forest towards the clearing that had been used as the Weasley Quidditch pitch since 1486. The surrounding land (and the family's hereditary hair.