Nuzzling her son, Fleur couldn't understand how her fellow Veela couldn't love a son like Marcos. After farewells were given, she carried her son to his room. Setting him down, she told him to get ready for his nap.
"Did you have fun vith Mr. Turpin?"
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Raised as Lisa got up, Gabrielle was then placed upon the table. Moaning loudly as her wife rubbed against her, all the silly petticoats were getting in the way. Giggling, she really was naughty. Using her innate Veela magic, Lisa was suddenly sporting a large bulge.