<strong>Lord Baldimere<br/>Main Entrance Hall<br/>Willow, Anyone</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Baldimeres hand was now squeezing his sisters ass as they continued to talk. Both seemed to be pretending that his hand wasn't where it actually was. So he moved things forward once more, sliding his hand down a little more so that it followed the curve of her ass down between her legs. His finger tips pressed her dress between her legs, possibly brushing them over her netherlips lightly.<br/><br/>"Its only fair to save the best for last." He responds. "It gives them something to look forward too. If the best were first, the rest would simply be glanced over, leaving the guests with a sense of longing for that which they have already seen."