They didn't want to sleep on dirt! It was dirty! Gabrielle listened to her wife's plan, reluctantly agreeing to it. She wanted to go now! Slipping her hand under the table, it flew up Lisa's skirt and into her panties. Freeing the sleeping tiger inside, she began to stroke the engorged clit.
"Let uz help ourselves. Our sisters can handle zee others," Gabrielle whispered into her wife's ear.
Fleur watched and listened to the arguing going on at the table. Surprisingly it wasn't over if they should go outside or not, but whether they wanted a tent or not. Then it was what kind of tent...
"Barbaric!" Mrs. Delacour declared when she heard Mr. Turpin wanted them to sleep in a Muggle tent. "At least have it be a magical tent."