We had to stop, another bus had just arrived and there was a pretty big queue in front of the lobby. I took advantage of the moment and lifted the bag...higher so that I could sniff the blue shoes with my nose. They smelled sweaty, cold, used. Nevertheless, something reported in my pants. I would have loved to have done it right here. But I could not. Not yet. I looked down at the white Converse she was wearing. White socks, dark hot pants. And legs that are miles long. She caught my eyes. I had. Ok''and i let him go to my bathroomnot aware he was setting up the place for me''alright come here , you will help me''i walk to the bathroom and didnt understand until he lock the door''here lets get you all smooth''i tried to arguebut he jammed a pacifier in my moutha black cock head pacifier , a strap holding it in my mouth''here shhhhhhhh no noise, just a good little girl listening to her daddy ''my shirt pulled of as i squirm to stop himlooking at my self in the mirrora pink pacifier in my. Every time we were doing something that required our attention some of my friends would get up to "go to the bathroom " or talk on the phone i knew they were going upstairs into my moms room i found out pretty soon why and for what. They would always tell me how delicious my mom was, JUICY MEXICAN TITS AND ASS and how hard they would get imagining her in lingerie and fucking all her holes in every position. We did this with all our moms it wasnt just mine. The day i found out what they were. Harry sits down at his desk and quickly scratches out, Hi guys, Sorry this cant be too long, but Ive had an interesting couple of days. I cant go into details right now, but Ill fill you in when I get to Grimmauld Place. Harry Not entirely satisfied with the letter, Harry hesitantly attaches it to Hedwigs leg and sends her off. He then gets into his trunk and digs out his DADA book from last year. As Harry starts to get into what he *should* have learned last year, the door to his room opens..