When she didn’t respond, Harry feared the worst. Suddenly, a flicker of motion appeared in the edges of Harry’s vision. Hermione’s eyes were mov...ng frantically back and forth, looking panicked at having lost all mobility. “Oh, thank god you are alive Hermione!” Harry said, sighing in relief, “I would never have gotten a teacher here in time to help you. I guess your fears about meeting so far from school were not unfounded after all, huh?” he finished, throwing her a glance. Hermione’s only. Pussy was cozy and very welcoming. I entered her cautiously until she got used to me, but then, it was on, baby. She could take a pounding. And pound her I did. And she hugged me. It was the first time I had been hugged by pussy. Walls came towards me and actually squeezed me in a loving hug. I had never felt anything like it. Pussy and I became fast friends.Things were going well until Master threw me a curveball. I told you before he struggles with his aim sometimes. That is what I thought. I was stroking them both, kissing their breasts, arms, legs, touching whatever I could reach. This was heaven. Although my wife and Angela were actually making love to each other, I was totally involved, loving every moment of the action. Almost by accident, the two women seemed to have the same idea, and slid around on the floor so that they were in the 69 position. They spent a few seconds looking at each others’ open, wet cunts, before starting to lick each other. They both used long, slow. Her heart beat increases at the thought of his warm body slipping under the sheets next to hers. She can’t help feel the pang of disappointment when he pulls the spare blanket from the wardrobe, and takes up position on the sofa that is far too small for a man over 6 feet in height. She lies still, listening to his breathing as he drifts off to sleep. Wondering where and who he has been with for the several hours he had been gone. She feels jealously rise within her, as she thinks of him.