Ron could feel a stirring under his robe as his gaze was transfixed at Luna’a cleavage.‘What the hell?’ thought Ron, ‘its bloody Luna; crazy L...oney Luna, why the hell am I getting a hard-on?’ ‘Go on Ron,’ said a small, encouraging voice in the back of Ron’s mind, ‘take her now, nobody would know, show Harry whose the man.’ Ron couldn’t even believe he was even thinking it. Could he seriously fuck Luna, right here? The more he stared at her breasts, the more and more the idea started to appeal. Caution: Glass breaks. Warning: This pressure cooker could blow up.But being an all American boy/girl I patriotically decided to throw away the warnings and do it like I always had done. Meanwhile, while the jars were in the canner, I started to build the shelves that they would be stored on. I picked up the hammer and was warned to wear goggles and gloves to protect myself. The drill warned me not to touch the bit when moving and to wear goggles and secure loose objects like ties and long. .I had to kind of squat down a little bit as there was no bench or ledge in the shower, but I was still exposed as my finger slipped across my clit, faster and faster. I could tell this would not take long, but I was also a little nervous about standing in the shower. I left the water on and sat on the floor of the shower. My back pressed to the cold tile of the far wall as, with my knees bent, my legs spread apart. I used both hands now, one flying across my clit, the other circling the hole. He loved getting me to the point of no return and he knew he had done just that. I knew what he wanted next. He whispered, “turn over for me, Baby”. He brought my long, tanned legs together and flipped me on my front. We have a mirror by the side of the bed and I could see in the half-light he was jack-hammer hard from eating me out. He was all business now and spread my legs just enough to get his narrow hips between them and in one quick movement grasped my hips with both hands, raising my.