The wet, sticky sounds filled the room, emanating at first from their point of union, followed by a dance of tongues that occurred at awkward interval.... Her smaller stature meant she could only reach his lips when he was not buried all the way inside, but she could not choose one sensation over the other, instead alternating between both. She would sometimes nibble on his lip, other times her tongue would invade his mouth. There was no pattern aside from that of the rhythmical pumping it was. She knew intimately every irregularity of the wand's surface, and it was every bit as precious to her as it was the day she bought it Ollivander's twenty years before.The letter had come from Hogwarts only a few days before the wand purchase. Maude's mother was a squib who saw her magical relatives but rarely. She had only the vaguest idea of what Hogwarts was about, and her father, a Muggle, had no idea at all. There had been signs that Maude was no ordinary child: her uncanny ability to find. Mine in his. He lifts himself up on his elbows to release me, and I push him back to his knees. I know that I am filled with his cum, but we are so intermingled, I can’t feel whether it is his or mine that is trickling down my thigh. He goes back down more hesitantly this time, his tongue flicking tentatively against my slit. I like it. The almost ticklish sensation that I can take pleasure in, now the urgency is gone. Through the haze, I can see our row has filled up somewhat – there are maybe. ’“Why did you quit?” Jack asked. He knew that she wasn’t happy with her job, but to quit like that meant that something bad had happened.“I don’t want to talk about it,” Abby said.“Okay,” Jack said. The pancake breakfast would be starting in an hour and he was half tempted to go out there to help get it ready, but he wasn’t going to abandon Abby. He looked across the table waiting for her to say something.“I’m going to my room,” Abby said getting up from the table.“All right,” Jack said.