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She's opened doors. Take advantage of them." But why?" I asked, "You make me happy." I know, but knowing that you're doing what you're doing makes ME happy."I stared at her in the soft violet light of late winter afternoon. "You're a mystery!" Carla, "I've always considered myself an oversexed Dare Devil in the sexual arena, but you, take the crown."She giggled and thanked me, then slithered her still moist body atop me, cupped me below and stroked me to hardness, then impaled herself on my erection. That last screw before Carla took off was as sweet as any we'd shared and far more tender, with her on top, grinding her hips into ME for a change. I cupped her generous asscheeks in my hands and squeezed them as her pussy walls squeezed me from within and her fingers fluttered over her clit and we came together, for the second during our session.Believe it or not, for the first week of Carla's two-week absence, nothing -- and I mean nothing -- remotely erotic occurred. My sister became. Raising his wand, he spoke aloud one of his incantations. "ablsoluta uentri!" hermione shrieked with shock as the spell waved over her. her eyes filled with horror as she realized that her body, mind and soul now belonged to the dark young man. "h- harry, wh- what have you done? what is this?" her heart was starting to race, but she was unable to scream. "quite simple my beautiful servant, i have utterly and completely taken possession of one, hermione granger. to put it bluntly, you belong to me now. now strip. we are going to make it official." numbly, and quite against her will, hermione's hands went to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one, slowly revealing the firm, bra-clad mounds beneath. after undoing the final button, she shrugged her shoulders, letting the blouse fall to the floor. she shucked off her shoes and socks, then undid her belt, unsnapped her jeans and wiggled out of them. kicking them off, she reached behind her and undid the snaps to her bra, before.
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"It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel Ogilvy."The door opened wider and David was ushered in. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed it! "My mum warned me about you Yanks. You can call me Ruth."David had met Ruth two days earlier, when she had come to the American Embassy to confirm David's appoinment. Her looks were nothing to write home about; an aging spinster, was his first assessment. As they had bantered, while he signed various papers she needed, they had bantered, and she had flirted terrribly. Now she was at it again."So where to now Ruth?" "This way" she replied and led David past two burly looking British Marines down a short corridor to a narrow stairwell, which she started to descend. David hesitated. "Sir".

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