She asked me when I came back. I said that I came back long ago, but didn’t want to disturb you so they ring the bell. Then she said in excitement d...d you got my gym wear? I said yeah and handed over the packet. My heart was beating real fast now. I didn’t know how she will react after seeing that small dress. She opened that from packet, she looked at that for some time and said is that girls wear while exercise?I said yeah most of them and then she said it’s kind of too small. I said to her. When he first pushed inside her she gave an involuntary scream from the pain, she didn't think she could take it for more than a few seconds. But as she relaxed, a new feeling overtook her. Her beloved husband was fucking her, filling her, uniting with her for the first time in years and as her desire grew she dropped a hand to her pussy and soon was screaming in pleasure, not pain.They repeated the session every few weeks for another couple of years. At least it was a sex life, Miranda. She wetted her lips, just like Hermione had done the night before. She looked like a big cat that was preparing to jump. “No,” she corrected him, “not love, Weasley. Sex. Just sex.”Ron leaned against the door. “Isn’t Malfoy satisfying your needs?” he asked her slowly.Pansy darkened again. “That is none of your business,” she replied icily.“It must be to do with that, or why else would you come here and ask me something like that?” asked Ron calmly.Pansy glared at him, and if a glance could. On return, I found him lying on his back with hands raised and palms supporting his head. His dhoti was slightly parted exposing his thigh and a big bulge in his triangular “treasure island”. The dim light on his face and body elevated his sex appeal, and I felt my hormonal level soaring up, exciting me in all erogenous spots, around nipples and toolkit, in particular. Unable to control my urge, I tried to rouse him by licking his perky nipple, the open armpit(tickling, sniffing and inhaling.