"I don't look anything like that." She threw herself on the bed, curled up and sobbed. Her body shook. Her thighs and buttocks were exposed, as well a... the fleshy lips of her pussy.I sat down beside her, just like the spider in Little Miss Muffet. "What's wrong?"Felice spoke in between sobs. "That - that - that woman's got tits!" Yes, big, juicy-" Oh shit! Of course. Felice was self-conscious and there I went, making her feel worse. Nice job, Marcus. This was a sore point with her. My point was. She had to go into the city today to see a lawyer about some of Mark's insurance policies, a thing that she had been dreading. It seemed manageable now, and when she got back in the evening she would cook a nice dinner for Patty and herself. Perhaps they would go to a show together afterwards.It was fairly early and the house was still quiet. She supposed that Patty was still asleep. She often stayed out late these warm summer nights, but Paula supposed it was all right with the dog to protect. Hagrid slowly let her swing forward until Norbert's cock parted her pussy lip and stopped. Hermione took the opportunity to run the head of the cock through her folds and lubricate it with her river of juices that were in constant flow. She then nodded and Hagrid let the sling move to its natural position. Hermione purred in ecstasy as 3 inches of cock slid into her greedily grasping cunt. Hagrid again started working the support ropes to the rear and then would shove Hermione onto the cock and. His shaft gleamed moistly in the lamplight.“Do you like that?” he said. His voice was different than usual, less solicitous. He wasn’t playing, she thought. Or perhaps he was; they both were. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t feel like she was pretending to be someone she was not, but rather only one part of who she was—this part, this “lover” part, this “adulterous affair” part, this “sexual” part of herself: for this night, or for at least these moments, abandoning all those other parts of her.