I was willing to do it.I rationalized my need for sex; Bob was cheating on her. No one would know. She was the one making the first move. All I had to...do was ... I didn’t actually know. But she did.“Let’s use your room.” She said softly, breaking free to lead me by the hand upstairs, the way a docile cow walked ignorantly into the abattoir.She closed the bedroom door and locked it. Although we were alone in the house, anyone might come home early. She turned to face me, her back against the. She picks up the skirt and looking around she sees that the robe along with her clothes including her underwear are gone and so is Tami. "You can't be fucking serious," Marilyn mutters holding the skirt up in front of herself in the mirror.With no other apparent option but going home a towel and presumably incurring Harold's new found wrath, she sighs slinks her way into the tight skirt which barely comes down past the curve of her ass. She tugs at it a bit and looks in the mirror and gets it. But Randi met her at the door wearing a bikini. It was red, of course, and very stylish, wispy, almost non-existent, in fact, revealing most of her spectacular body, which Laura had craved it seemed forever.She wasn't deep black like Charise or Cecilia but instead a rich, creamy dark brown like expensive chocolate, her skin glossy and smooth, and Laura could not take her eyes off it as Randi took her around the house. It was a large, expensively-furnished house. Laura found it hard not to look. In the end, Hermione got six more spurts of cum for her trouble. Then exhaustion hit them both like aa mallet. The next day found them in the room of Requirement once more, but this time, they were fully clothed. Harry had called them there, and though the room changed by magic each time, Hermione half expected Harry could smell her pussy in the air. "What' the big secret, mate?" Ron opened once they were all settled. "I found an important spell in the back of my Potions book. Another idea from.