The last orgasm I had was too much for me, I passed out but it was so, so good, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. In the afternoon came th... problem. Look, I was all screwed up then, in more ways than one. Lena and I had made love to each other several times and pleasured each others bottoms. She’d used the dildo on me and I enjoyed every minute of it. Yes, I know he is bigger, but not that much bigger. Deep down I knew I could take him, I wanted to, desperately, to give him. She walked into the living room, looking around. She was wearing a White T-Shirt, with SOAD written on it in Pink Letters, and black jeans, with flip flops on under them. “What time is it?” She asked, a little dizzy from the alcohol she drank. “It’s 2:37,” Cynthia said, glancing at the digital clock. Then Cynthia thought she heard something. Julie tried to say something, but Cynthia ‘shh’ed her quickly. “Do you hear that?” Cynthia whispered. “Yeah, what is it?” Julie soon recognized the sound. Her hands twitched, fingers curling around the edges of her coat. She looked first at the open front door and then Brad.Brad finally lifted his eyes and looked confused until a cold breeze raised goosebumps on his arms. He closed the door and locked it before turning back to Gina. "Wow, you're really here. I mean, you showed up like you said." Of course," Gina said. "Why wouldn't I?" Well ... just ... just that girls don't go telling you they'll come over for sex, you know. And really mean it,. Harry knew that he was also very lucky to have grown up knowing intelligent, strong-willed and grounded women, such as Molly Weaseley, Ginny, Hermione, and even Professor McGonagall. How different his life might have been if he had only had the likes of the seemingly vacuous Petunia Dursley, or the narrow-minded and opinionated Auntie Marge on which to base his opinions and experiences of the opposite sex!After lots of talking about the holiday, they had finally reached an impasse, until.