Forty-nine was about a third of a way back down the carriage on the right, and was one of a group of four separated by a table. I put the toastie on t...e table, my bag in the overhead rack and flopped down in the seat nearest the window. I knew I was soaked and would have to find a towel or something sooner or later, but right then I was just grateful to be on the train and out of the wet. I was also curious to see the seat opposite me had a little booking slip on it too. Quickly glancing to see. It was Ginny all along. He raced through the details of the visions, trying to piece together clues that made sense. Nothing fit. Why would he being having nightmares about Ginny? More importantly, why would he be sharing those nightmares with her? Surely he wasn’t flashing back to the episode in the Chamber of Secrets. Although there were some similarities to the experiences, they were really quite different. This wasn’t a memory. He was sure of that, but then what was it?“This can’t be. The sun was out and I could hear stirrings around me."Hey sleepy head... how are you this morning?"May had stepped into the room to check on me. She was wearing her uniform and looked very sharp. I could feel a stirring down below as she walked around the bed heading towards her dresser."What time is it? I must have really been tired out." Yeah, you must have been. It's after noon. I was beginning to get worried about you so I thought I would check in to see if you were all right." Umm... where. She pressed her girl-cock against my pussy.I wanted to feel her in me. I ached for it. My body betrayed me.“I'll get pussy again?” I whimpered, my voice cracking.“If you're a good futa,” cooed Genevieve, her hot fingers holding my pussy lips apart, allowing Guanting to rub her dick's tip against my hymen.“Yes, yes!” I moaned. “I can be a good futa again. I want pussy!”“So do I,” groaned Guanting and thrust.The Chinese nerd's hard plunge ripped through my maidenhead. I groaned as my futa-cherry.