They were full of pain.There was no hatred, instead there was love. And this love was obviously causing him some pain. I found his hand with my other,...and squeezed it tight. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled myself to him.He didn't tense, but relaxed into my arms, pulling me as tight as he could to him.The next thing I knew, his lips had found their way to mine, and he was kissing me softly.There was something about the way I felt when I was kissing him ... it was different from how I. She wants to look her very best for him. She carefully lays out her outfit for the day – fitted white button down shirt, two black skirts one long enough to be appropriate for work and other shorter one for later. She imagines him sticking him hand under the skirt and her pussy goes wet, she doesn’t know how she will survive the day. Next she puts on her new bra and panty set she bought for just this occasion. She loves having a reason to buy sexy lingerie. Next goes the garter belt and she. My head was spinning, my eyes mere slits and my pussy was stuffed with something that shouldn't be there. But ironically, it was starting to feel nice. The old man was right. He was pretty good at it. He kepthitting the right spot over and over again, using his thumb knuckle to massage a place that hardly got touched. I sucked in a deep breath as I felt a sudden chill coarse throughout my body. It was followed bya second and then a third.I was fast approaching an orgasm and I knew it would be a. " Yes!" said McGonagall excitedly. "The way she conducted herself today was, if I may say, in the best traditions of Gryffindor house, although it is unfortunate that she earned herself an indelible black mark in the books of Professor Umbridge. Perhaps in the Ministry's books, as well. Imagine volunteering for detention, when expecting that the punishment would be a week's torture with an illegal artifact."Unknown to Imogen, her use of the time turner earlier that day was not in fact her.