Like luring a squirrel to come grab a nut, he didn’t want to scare her away. And he really wanted to see his nuts in asian this little squirrels mouth. Without warning, Hermione started to stroke his cock, lightly pulling on the tight skin. She was a little clumsy, but Michael didn’t care. It just meant that he had lots to teach her. “So, what do you think?” He asked again, between strokes from the gorgeous virgin. Hermione knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She knew that Michael would just use this to taunt Harry later. But Michael was right. She always lied to herself, and what had that gotten her? Ron was with Lavender, having sex all over Hogwarts, and what did she have? Only her fingers. No more lying. Without a word, Hermione started to drop to her knees. “Dammit, they’re not here.” Harry said, defeated. The two of them had searched Michaels bed and trunk thoroughly, and found nothing. Except of course Harry’s trusty cloak, which he was ecstatic to japanese get back, and out of such devious hands. “Well, they have to be here somewhere.” Said Ms. Davies. Harry had explained to her his theory about Michael keeping the memories stored somewhere, and while it made her feel gross, she knew it to be true. She also knew that the truth would come out about her and Michael, and that she’d be sacked. However, she knew that if it happened, she deserved it. She indulged a perverted delinquent and slept with a student. And if ridding the Hogwarts female population of a clever pervert meant being sacked, then so be it. “Hang on a minute.” Said Harry, stopping his search and looking at Ms. Davies. “If you didn’t know about the memories then why did you come here?” Hardcore Ms. Davies blushed and avoided Harry’s eyes. “I, um, gave Michael something that I wanted back.” Still blushing, she got back to searching, as did Harry, trying not to think of what she’d given him. “Got something!” Harry said, finding a small box magically stuck under Michaels bed. He pulled it out and opened it. Inside, instead of vials of interracial memories, he found a wet black thong. Wafting out of the box was, unmistakably, the smell of pussy. Ms. Davies looked inside and quickly snatched the box from Harry’s hands, who just looked at her. Every little reminder that she and Michael were together stung. When Groupsex he was with her it’d slip his mind, but then something would happen that would remind him, and hurt him. Ms. Davies forced herself to meet Harry’s eye. “I gave them to him as a gift. I put a spell on them so that they would... so that they would stay wet. I regret that now. Now that I know who he really is. I just want to be honest with you. I’m sorry.” Unable to speak, Harry shook his head, as if to say “its fine”. I could see her sleeping peacefully. The boys’ switched positions numerous times over a fifteen minute period, alternating holes, asian and having her clean their cocks. She thought he might have needed this hug more than the fuck, but she didn’t care, she was happy to give him whatever he wanted. Leaning down she whispered, "Aphrodite told us that you would be here." The truth was we had no clue why Vic wasn’t infected. Yeah, go ahead. Ecru walls, long blue sofas and firm orange armchairs, ferns and philodendrons and rhododendrons. “Good. All coherent thought left me as interracial my mind was filled only with the joy Groupsex of being used by my friend. She screamed as she slumped back onto the japanese Hardcore couch, her robe falling to the floor. There was a slight tremor to the agent's hand as he pointed the gun at me. Was he scared of me? I frowned then hit NO. “You know,” he said, “This is not something most girls would allow on a first date.” They did not even land to sleep. “Ummm I guess not.