I came closer and asked if she would like to have a beer. She agreed but outside the tent. I bought a beer and sat close to her chatting. I came to kn...w she was married for the last 15 years and had 1 son 12 years old, who had not come because of school.I admired her beauty and she said you good at flirting. I said I’m saying the truth and came a bit closer. I was happy seeing the effect of the drinks as her eyes staring at my bulge. I took courage and whispered in her ear you are too beautiful. As he looked at Crabbe now, he could see a huge, sweaty, belly that sported multiple rolls of fat. Above that was a pair of boy boobs that Nevelle was certain were about a B cup in size. "He's gonna need a bra soon," Nevelle said with a laugh, though his cock twitched in the drawstring shorts he had chosen to wear for this adventure. Then, remembering the rumors, he glanced between Crabbe's ham-sized thighs. What he saw there made his cock stiffen at once. The Slytherin might have have stolen. If not, if he read the information I left him instead of just forwarding it ... Of course if I didn't survive this little adventure it wasn't going to matter. There was one more thing I needed to do.Fortunately the FBI was spending our tax dollars well; the seats on this plane were almost as comfortable as my mom's old rocker-recliner. Rod had arranged for my transport to LAX. A car and anything else I needed would be provided when I arrived. I had to give them credit, the bureau doesn't mess. But what it takes to win increases with the prize. I was there to cheer on my best friend Lisa. And Lisa was there to celebrate her marriage or rather the end of it. Some marriages end because the partners drift apart and some because they find each other so repulsive they can hardly stand to be in the same room. Lisa's divorce was of the second type. Visiting Amsterdam to cuckold her soon to be ex-husband and take the stage in a sex club in the closing hours of her marriage was Lisa's way of.