Her fingers went straight to her panties, rubbing the smooth fabric with a slow back and forth motion. I saw her arch her back slightly, biting her li... and closing her eyes. I couldn't believe it. This young beauty was masturbating in mosque just for me! My cock was straining in my pants, but I dare not move, being that I was seated in the front row. The aching intensified as I saw her gently pull the panties aside, revealing two of the most perfect pussy lips I have ever seen, smooth and pink. Her fingers slipped in between her cheeks and Ron struggled a little when she inserted the tip of her finger in his anus.Pansy bit her bottom lip and sucked in her breath. She mechanically brought a hand to her folds and started to caress her clitoris, still warm and lubricated with her and Draco’s moisture. Her breaths started to come in short puffs as she spied on the lovers and gave herself pleasure at the same time.Ron was still struggling a little as Hermione’s finger wandered a bit too. While I did not really like Marcus as I once did, I was sure that he was telling the truth. He was a strong magic user, and if I knew one thing about him, he rarely made a mistake when casting a spell. If he said he saw demons, then you could take it to the bank.Our meeting immediately broke up into individual groups. Darla was there, representing her new house. Fithian and Vostich had been here earlier, but they had both had to go in answer to some obscure and arcane spell they were working. Now that she was alone, she merely solved her pussy-stuffing challenges with handy strange males up for a go and desperate for female company near closing time. She preferred those with visible wedding rings or with several rounds "under the belt" sporting the most liberated of libidos. Sometimes she got a total dud in the copulation department but she made do with attention to detail and a vigorous suck to arouse their flagging interest. Once in a rare while, she ran across a personage of.