But that all changed.One night, I was finishing up with my bath and drying myself off when he walked in on me. I think he didn’t know I was in there...and silly me forgot to lock the door. Well, he walked in on me and I was absolutely naked; water dripping off of me. The look of shock and horror covered his face and he quickly turned around and left.I should probably describe myself first before continuing. I’m an average height woman, about five-feet-four-inches, with long, black hair, full,. It looked different somehow. Then George stopped dead. “That’s, that’s the spitting image of Hermione Travers!”“No it isn’t. NO, it isn’t! It IS Hermione Travers. She’s eleven, and, yes, there you are, just coming down the road. She is pretty, I’ll grant you. You knew her at school? Then you went to different high schools. You sent her a Christmas card, but never had the courage to ring her. Well, here she is, you did ring; and here she is and you’re meeting her and; oh I say, how sweet” He. His engorged cock twitched wildly as I licked him greedily from his balls slowly up to the tip of his shaft. The taste and feel made me hungry for more and I tried to take him in my mouth, but he held my head back and stopped me.“I must pleasure you first,” he said before laying me back down as he knelt once again beside the bed.He placed his hands on my knees and slowly opened my legs. I offered no resistance. The skin and pubes surrounding my pussy felt electric as I awaited his touch. I'd. He had been quiet up until now and he broke that silence with, “So you like getting fucked by a big cock, huh?”Immediately I responded with, “Oh yes, I love your big cock fucking me.”“I knew you would love it the minute I first saw you. That is because all sluts love to be fucked by big cocks.”Gasping I responded with, “Oh yes Robert, sluts love to be fucked by big cocks, and I’m your slut, your slut for your big cock.” Somewhere around this time I felt my first orgasm began to build up inside.