A Moment That Changed My Life Part 2 free porn video

Firstly, a warm welcome back to the nice people who managed to make it through the first part of my story. For anyone who didn’t, the following part may seem a bit weird as it’s totally out of context. 

This final part to my story is all about Harry’s birthday treat. It had been a few days since my adventure with Mary. There was a small amount of time where quite a lot happened. It revolved around a conversation I had with Mary. A conversation which changed the final outcome.

Mary was at my house for one of our coffee mornings. Recent events had spiced up our conversations. Embarrassment was now a thing of the past. I wanted to know everything about sex and Mary knew much more than I did. Did she create a monster, or was she asleep deep within me the whole time? The topic of fantasies cropped up. It was all very light-hearted. We just discussed what fantasies, if any, we had.

Of course, soft bondage got mentioned by me. It was something that would never have crossed my mind previously. Now that I discovered it, I really enjoyed it. The thought of tying Harry to the bed sounded so naughty and erotic. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about him tying me up. I was more than willing to give it a go. Who knows, I may even enjoy it. Mary told me that she often wondered what it would be like to have sex with two men at the same time.

That idea held no appeal for me. I didn’t like the idea of being watched. One man watching on as the other made love to me was a complete turn-off. Mary said the thought of two men lusting after her sounded really hot. The thought of two men lusting after me put a whole new spin on it. I quite liked the idea of being lusted after. As a plane Jane, it’s not something I ever imagined happening but as this was supposed to be a fantasy, I allowed myself to indulge in the notion.

After some thought, I agreed that perhaps it could be quite nice, but I couldn’t countenance having both men in the room at the same time. I would expect them to be patient. One would have to wait outside whilst the other had his wicked way with me. After he finished, they could swap places.

Mary thought that was so funny. She said that only I could take a moment of hot red-blooded lust and turn it into a romantic paperback novel. Personally, I thought I was being quite racy, especially as I said that if they were handsome I could possibly even allow three of four men to have their way with me. As long as they waited outside my room before taking their turn, it might be nice. Of course, this is just a fantasy. In reality, I couldn’t actually have sex with men I didn’t know and trust, and certainly couldn’t be watched.

Mary said that for her it wasn’t so much the being watched bit she liked, it was the thought of watching the other man whilst he waited to enter her. She found it quite a tease. She does love to tease. When I asked her to tie me up she was only using it as an opportunity to tease me. It never occurred to her that I would enjoy it so much. She had never touched another woman before in a sexual way and was equally surprised by how much she enjoyed it. Now that she had she could add it to her fantasy bucket list. And of course, I added it to mine.

Quite a few of Mary’s fantasies revolved around quick sex with strangers. On a bus, train, and even in a lift. None of which held any appeal for me. I explained that for me sex was like a meal. Taking the time to prepare the ingredients, the lovely smells as they cook. Presenting them neatly on the plate, and finally eating them. Quick sex was more like a ready meal. I could see nothing very satisfying about popping something in the microwave for two minutes. Mary says I have a simple, almost childlike way of describing sex but she loves my honesty. I did enjoy talking out fantasies with Mary.

Anyway, I asked her what her ultimate fantasy would be. Without thinking about the consequences of her answer, she said that it would be a massive tease to satisfy a man while his wife watched. I stared at her for a moment. I could almost hear the cogs engaging as she realised what she said.  A moment's silence was broken when Mary said, “Oh... no, don’t even think about it.”

I didn’t say a thing. I just kept looking at her and raising my eyebrows. For the first time, I can remember Mary was on the back foot. After a moment or two’s silence, I said, “Oh, I see what you’re thinking. What a good idea. You gave me my ultimate fantasy so it would be only fair if I could do the same for you. What a marvellous idea. You could be his sexy nurse.”

“Yes,” she said. “I can see it now. Knock, knock, who’s that darling? Oh don’t worry, Harry, it’s just my friend Mary. She’s dressed up as a busty nurse and she’s come round to masturbate you for a birthday treat. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? It sounds so perfect.”

And yes, we were both laughing. A rare moment of erotic thought had suddenly become a comedy farce. Nevertheless, I still thought it was a good idea. We talked about it some more and although Mary said that in principle she would do it, she couldn’t see a way to make it work. I didn’t want to give up on the idea and asked her to think of a way round it. I told her that I was serious and that I would love it to happen.

I was indeed serious. The more I thought about it the more convinced I was that both Harry and Mary would enjoy it. Not forgetting me of course as I was sure that I would also enjoy it. In fact, the thought of watching Mary dressed up as a nurse masturbating Harry could be very exciting. After all, when Mary was telling me about her exploits with Jim I found it highly arousing. So vivid was her account that I was almost in the room watching her, now I could be. I may not like the idea of being watched but watching, well that sounded good.

Mary could see that I was like a dog with a bone. I wasn’t about to let this one drop. We’d spent most of the morning sharing fantasies and this one appeared to tick all the boxes. I asked her if deep down she would really enjoy it. She agreed she probably would. I believed that she was warming to the idea. We started talking about it on a purely hypothetical basis. Harry’s birthday was just days away. Any plan would have to be made soon.

A few obstacles stood in our way. For a start, Harry’s birthday fell on a Sunday. He’d be home all day so setting anything up would be difficult, if not impossible. Nonetheless, we forged ahead with our hypothetical plan. Mary wanted to see if my bed was suitable, bondage friendly as she put it. It was, all four corner posts were easily accessible. Attaching the ropes would be quick and easy. At least that part could be done.

As we walked through the plan, there was only one sticking point, a major one. Could Mary disguise herself sufficiently to fool Harry? She had the wigs, the uniform, and the glasses. The success or failure all depended on this. I truly believed that if we could find a way, then Mary was up to the challenge. I was no longer thinking hypothetically, I now believed it was possible. To cut a long story short, Mary came up trumps.

Later that night, I received a text. It simply said, Tomorrow morning. Coffee HQ. 10:30 come alone. No police. Harry asked me what I was laughing at. I told him it was just one of those silly texts from a friend.

The morning couldn’t come quick enough. I took the short walk to Mary’s house. As I opened the gate I could see her curtains twitch. I went to knock but the door was slightly open. From inside came a voice. “Come in and shut the door, I’m in the front bedroom.” I did as she asked and wasn’t prepared for what was waiting for me. Standing at the end of her bed was a nurse. I knew it was Mary but my brain was telling me it was someone else.

Her long dark hair was now quite short and mousy blond. The glasses and bright red lipstick completely changed her look. Added to this she was wearing heels that gave her extra height. I was shocked. I knew it was Mary and yet at the same time it wasn’t Mary.  The transformation was nothing short of miraculous. She looked so sexy, any man would be falling all over her. And then with the most perfect Irish accent, she said, “Good morning, Kim, I will be your nurse today. The doctor will see you soon.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. I knew Mary as well as anyone and she had me totally convinced. It was easy to see how she had plenty of fun with Jim. For the first time, I could see the plan working. I could hardly contain my excitement. She told me to go and put the kettle on and she’d follow shortly. As I finished making the coffee Mary came into the kitchen. She was now dressed in her usual attire. We spoke for some time about finding a way to make it work.

I said that I would find a way of priming Harry in advance. If he did freak out on the day I would at least have a defence of plausible deniability. We both agreed that if I found a way, it was full steam ahead. We were going to do this.

That evening I was sitting on our sofa. Harry was lying across the length of the sofa with his head resting neatly on my lap. I brought up the subject of his upcoming birthday. I told him that I had no idea what to get him. He just told me not to worry, he had everything he wanted. As I was stroking his head I casually said that I had read an article in Cosmo. I said it was an interesting article about a woman who had a similar dilemma about a birthday present.  In the end, she found the ideal gift for the man who has everything.

“Oh yes,” he said. “What did she give him?”

As casual as you like, I told him that she had tied him to his bed and watched on while another woman masturbated him. Harry laughing out loud was not the reaction I was expecting, but that’s exactly what he did.

I asked him why he found it so funny as I thought all men liked that sort of thing. He told me that I shouldn't believe stories like that as they never really happen. I told him that one never knows what kind of things go on behind closed doors. Without changing my casual tone I said that it did sound like the perfect gift for a man who had everything.

He said it was just a fantasy that some men have and that all men have fantasies at some time or another, but that’s all they are, fantasies. They never actually happen. I told him that I believed it when I read it in Cosmo. I said that it sounded very real. She loved him and wanted to give him a very special gift. It sounded much better than a pair of socks.

“Okay,” he said, “who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

As you don’t know me it’s probably worth pointing out that this is not the kind of conversation usually associated with me. Harry always likened me to Mary Poppins. He believed that I was a tad old-fashioned. In many ways, I suppose I was. Although we had a good sex life we never discussed it.  

Anyway, I told him that it was just a thought. It sounded like a good idea and I was surprised he wouldn’t like it. He told me that it wasn’t about liking or not liking it. It was just a fantasy, not reality. I told him that if it was one of his fantasies I wouldn’t mind. I’d just be happy to watch him enjoying it.

I’m not sure what was going through his mind when I said that but I noticed a small bulge in his trousers. I took my hand from his head and gently rubbed the front of his trousers. I said it was a shame as it sounded so good. I could feel that he was getting hard. I asked him to imagine me tying him to our bed and letting another woman do this to him whilst I just watched. It was obvious to me that the thought was turning him on. I told him I could see that he found the idea arousing and suggested that perhaps we should give it a try.

I knew he was being flippant when he said, “Okay darling, sounds good, set it up for my birthday.” As far as I was concerned it was the beginning of plausible deniability. We made love that night. We never usually made love on a weekday but he was obviously sufficiently aroused by the conversation.  I managed to mention it a few more times before his birthday. I really was sure he’d love his birthday treat.

I told Mary what I had said, and his reaction. She wasn’t entirely convinced that he had fully agreed but was still willing to give it a try. She knew that I could call the whole thing off at any minute and even if Harry chickened out she could just leave and go home. Whatever happened he should be impressed that I made the effort to please him and fulfill a fantasy.

We discussed the final details. The bedside lamp was quite bright so I would light some candles while he was having his shower. The subtle lighting would help to disguise Mary even more. She asked me how far she was allowed to go. I told her I wasn’t sure what she meant but she could do whatever she wanted. Apparently, she meant could she show him her boobs. I told her that I hoped she would as he would love to see them. Mary was happy with that and said she would make sure we were both happy. I wasn’t sure what she meant by making both of us happy but we agreed that everything was on the menu. 

The big day came and I was as nervous as anyone could be. I took Harry his breakfast in bed and gave him his card. Throughout the day I was dropping little hints that later he would get a birthday present he would never forget. I tried to avoid any questions on the subject. As the day went on I was getting more and more nervous. I was starting to doubt myself, was I doing the right thing? I somehow made it to seven in the evening. I went to the kitchen for a glass of wine to calm my nerves.

Seven-thirty, I told Harry he was about to get his special treat. I asked him to go and have a shower and come into the downstairs bedroom wearing nothing but his dressing gown, I would be waiting for him. I’m not sure what was going through his mind but he agreed and went for his shower. He always takes at least twenty minutes, just enough time. I went into the bedroom where I already had my outfit prepared.

Stockings, suspenders, sexy black knickers, and bra. Mary’s short pleated skirt and newly acquired tight white blouse finished my ensemble. I quickly put my makeup on, dressed up, and put my dressing gown on over. I didn’t want him to see what I was wearing until he was tied up. That is of course if he allowed me to tie him up. If not, the game was well and truly up. I lit the candles and waited for Harry to finish his shower.

He finished and came in the bedroom wearing just his gown as I had asked. I told him to lie down in the middle of the bed. He did as asked and I produced the ropes.  “What are they for?” he asked.

“I’m going to tie you up before you can see what I’m wearing,” I replied. I was a little amazed that he offered no resistance. Perhaps he really did believe me after all. As I tied the last rope I could see he was hard. He was making a tent in his dressing gown. Mary would be here at eight on the dot unless I sent a text to call it off. Five minutes to go. In two minutes she would be on her way. I was so nervous. I told Harry he was about to get his birthday treat. I told him I had spent a lot of time setting it up and he was to enjoy every minute with my full blessing.

He looked slightly nervous at this point. Once again I told him not to worry, just enjoy it. I asked him if he was comfortable, he was. I gave his penis a little squeeze, smiled, and told him that this really would be a night to remember, but he was to behave himself and just enjoy it. He was to trust me and nothing would happen to hurt him. I’m not sure why I said that but I had to say something to fill the time.

The doorbell rang; Harry wriggled and asked me what was going on. I gave his wrist a little slap and told him not to spoil my surprise. I answered the door; Mary came in and took her coat off. She was holding what looked like a doctor's medical bag. She looked stunning. I whispered that Harry was all tied up and ready but maybe getting a little nervous. She told me not to worry. She would wait in the hall until I called her in but would be equally ready to leave if needed.

I returned to the bedroom. Harry still had a tent in his gown. I said in a soft but firm voice that this evening was all for him. At any point, he could ask for it to stop so he must at least see what the surprise was before making his mind up. I asked him if he was going to behave himself for my sake and he nodded. At last, we were here. It was about to really happen.

Harry watched me as I went to the bedroom door and called out, “He’s in here nurse.” I looked back at Harry on the bed, he looked a little shocked as he realised that I really wasn’t alone. He made eye contact with me as I mouthed, “Behave.” As I did, Mary was now standing in the doorway next to me. Her heels, along with my bare feet made her look so much taller than me. This all added to the illusion.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her. I was sure he had no idea who she really was. She convinced me in daylight but in candlelight even I wasn’t sure who she was. Everything was perfect, Harry was behaving and the fun was about to start. We had a little script rehearsed, a bit corny but neither of us are writers. We agreed that as far as possible we would stick to the script. Mary kicked it off.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“Well nurse, I was playing a bedroom game with my husband Harry and this happened, I don’t know what to do.” As I said that I pointed to the tent in Harry’s gown. Luckily, despite the shock, it was still there. Mary moved toward the bed, sat next to harry and gave his bulge a little squeeze, and said, “I see, we’ll have to do something about this. I have just the thing in my bag.” She reached in and produced a tube of KY jelly and placed it on the bed next to her.

She said she needed a better look. With that, she undid his dressing gown. He was really hard. Mary put her hand on his penis, Harry let out a little gasp. I asked her if it was serious.

“It could be," she said, "there is a lot of pressure there. I think this medicine should fix it though. Best not to worry too much. Sit down on the other side and I’ll show you what to do in case it happens again.” I did as she asked, Harry was behaving himself. She asked me to hold his penis upward as she squirted some KY on the tip. Maintaining her beautiful Irish accent she said. “All we have to do now is rub in gently.”

As she started to masturbate Harry, she said, “It’s very hot in here. Would you mind if I unzip my top a bit?”

I told her that we didn’t mind at all. I said that I was also getting a little hot. I stood up and removed my robe. For the first time, Harry could see what I was wearing. My blouse was so tight the buttons were almost popping open. Harry just gazed at me for a while. I could tell he liked the look. Naughty boy.

He turned his head back toward Mary. Her zip was almost undone down to her waist. The stretchy fabric was reclining to show her wonderful cleavage. His eyes were now firmly fixed on her gaping breasts. She started to slowly masturbate him. He was making all sorts of noises. I’ve never heard him so vocal. To be fair, she did the same to me.

I found watching my best friend masturbating Harry very arousing and erotic. The nerves of the day had completely evaporated. I was feeling highly aroused. I suppose it’s a bit like cooking a lovely meal and watching someone enjoy it. I could see in his face he was having the time of his life. This was a meal I prepared, and he was enjoying every bit of it. Mary leaned over Harry and placed him inside her cleavage. As she did, Harry was trying to lift himself up to push in even deeper.

“You’d love to make a mess in here," she said. "I bet you want to squirt all over them. If you do you’ll have to clean it all up after.” Mary saying that was too much for Harry, he started to cum. As he let out a loud groan I could see his sperm squirting up through her cleavage. It was going everywhere and kept on going. As he let out a sigh and relaxed Mary lifted herself back. Harry’s sperm was trickling down her breasts his now softer penis resting on his body. He didn’t even close his eyes, he just watched every minute.

Mary pulled her receding uniform completely open; her full breasts were now on view.  She took some tissues from her bag, undid the loop from Harry’s wrist, and said, “I told you if you made a mess you’d have to clean up after.” She moved closer to his now free hand and Harry started to wipe his sperm from her breasts. This was the first time he got to feel them. As he wiped the last of it away Mary produced a small jar of moisturiser, placed Harry’s fingers inside, and said, “Now finish the job, make sure and rub it well in.”

Without hesitation or any further encouragement, he began to rub the cream in with his one free hand. Mary made eye contact with me and looked down at his penis, it was getting hard again. It had been so long since Harry came twice in one day, I can’t remember when. I picked up the tube of KY, put some on my hand and started to masturbate him. He was now enjoying the pleasure of two women at the same time. For the first time ever I was giving my man sexual relief with my hand, it felt good.

It didn’t take long before he was cumming again. I tried to catch it in my hands; I wanted to know what it felt like. I could feel the pumping action of his penis as his hot fluid tried to make its way through my fingers. It felt so erotic. I knew in the future I would be doing this again and again, and he would want me to. Harry lay there with a peaceful look of satisfaction on his face. His secret fantasy had become a reality.

I watched as his hand massaged the last of Mary’s moisturiser into her breasts. She lifted his hand away and placed it back in the loop. He was fully bound again. I thought at this point she would leave but instead stood up and walked around the bed to me. She was directly behind me as she lifted me from my seating position to standing in front of her facing Harry. With a soft voice, she said, “Look at your poor wife, Harry, I hope you have some left for her.” With that, she put her arms round in front of me and started to unbutton my blouse.

My blouse was so tight that as she undid one button two or three more would pop open. Within seconds my blouse was fully undone. I felt a little shocked as she put her hands on the soft cups of my lacy bra and started gently squeezing my breasts. I could see Harry was watching intently. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of Mary’s hands but Harry watching made me feel a little uncomfortable. I suppose it’s the difference between a chef watching someone eat and enjoy one of his meals and trying to enjoy eating it with the waiter watching your every move.

Anyway, she continued to massage my breasts, I could feel my nipples responding despite my trepidations. I could see that Harry was enjoying it as his penis was getting hard again. Twice was unusual but never three times. This was his birthday treat and as such, I decided to offer no resistance to Mary’s teasing advances. The whole purpose of the day was to give Harry a birthday he’d never forget. Mary moved one hand down, lifted my short skirt, and placed her fingers inside my knickers.

As she reached my swollen wet lips, she said, “Oh Harry, your lady is all wet and ready for you. I hope you have some left. She’s had to watch you getting all the pleasure. I think it’s her turn now.” Harry was now fully erect as he watched her hand inside my knickers. I didn’t know what to say so I just told him that it was his birthday treat, it wasn’t for me to enjoy. I was a little shocked when he said that he wanted me to enjoy it too. I wanted to have an orgasm but didn’t want him to watch me. Mary really was a wicked tease. I now knew what she meant when she said it would be a treat for both of us.

Her touching me was making Harry hard for a third time. I wanted to have an orgasm but at the same time, I felt a bit selfish for not wanting to give Harry the now obvious pleasure of watching. Perhaps he had felt uncomfortable having me watch him. Whatever, I allowed her to continue regardless. The extra height of her heels prevented her from slipping her fingers inside me. She could only stroke my wet labia and clitoris.

It was enough, I was so close to orgasm and Mary knew it. Thankfully for me, her teasing was over. She removed her hands from my body, zipped herself up, picked up my gown, and handed it to me saying, “I’ll go now. I think Harry has had a good time and he’s all ready for you.” She gave Harry’s penis a final squeeze, picked up her bag and headed for the door. I followed behind as she went into the hall. I gave her a little punch on the arm for teasing me so.

Mary gave a quiet giggle and hugged me while whispering, “I think that went well, he certainly enjoyed himself.” I hugged her back and she told me to go back inside and finish him off. I closed the door behind her and returned to Harry. He was smiling as I undid the ropes. I took my knickers off and we made love. It was delightful. He had questions but I just told him it was a secret. His only job was to enjoy it, and he did.

Well, that’s about it. I have come to the end of Harry’s birthday story. As I’ve previously said it was some time ago. I have recounted it to the best of my ability. That first chance conversation with Mary in my kitchen changed all our lives. It certainly put a spark in my marriage. Before we just used to make love, we never talked about making love. Now we do talk about it. He tells me his fantasies and I share mine with him. After thirty-eight years we still have that spark. 

Some of you may be wondering whether or not I told Harry about Mary. For years after he would ask me about it, how I managed to set it all up? Who she was? I kept telling him it was a secret. I told Mary about his persistent curiosity. She said I should probably tell him all about it. She didn’t mind as enough time had passed. Besides anything else, she herself was more than a little curious to know what his reaction would be. I promised that I would tell him when the right moment arrived.

It was one late autumn night. Harry and I were sitting in the lounge with a bottle of red wine. The log fire was burning nicely. The moment had arrived. I asked him if he still wanted to know all about his sexy birthday present. His reply was predictably obvious. He wanted to know everything. I filled my glass, collected my thoughts and started to tell him. I don’t mind admitting I was feeling a little nervous. I said that it all started on one of my coffee mornings.

I explained how I was discussing his upcoming birthday with Mary. I wasn’t sure what to get. Mary suggested a sexy treat and it sort of developed from there. He asked me where I got the busty woman from. He wanted to know how I made contact with her. I just smiled as I thought to myself, here goes nothing. I said that making contact wasn’t difficult as she was sitting right in front of me. He just gazed in the air for a second or two, and then the penny dropped as he said, “You mean the busty nurse was Mary.” I just looked at him with a sheepish face and nodded.

He was completely bowled over. Not for a second did he ever imagine it was Mary. He finished his wine and poured another glass. Taking a sip he said that now I’d told him he also had a small confession to make. Apparently, as he didn’t know who the woman was, he fantasised that it was Mary. He secretly always wanted to have a look at her boobs. He even asked me if I minded him telling me that. I told him I was fine with that as I fully understood why he could have such feelings.  Then I asked him if he wanted to know the rest, how we managed to set it all up.

You don’t have to be Einstein to guess his answer. I explained about how Mary told me about the things she got up to with Jim. Why she had the dressing-up clothes and bondage ropes.  I told him about how we were practising in her bedroom. How we were teasing each other and how things may have gone a little too far. Things went so far in fact, that it ending up with her giving me an orgasm. He took it rather well. I was actually a little surprised. The truth is it was turning him on. He really liked the idea of Mary giving me an orgasm. He asked me if I had ever repeated it. I’m ashamed to say I fibbed and told him that I had, but only once more.

I explained that I had a bad headache one day. Mary had come round for coffee. My head was throbbing despite having taken a couple of aspirins. Mary said she would go home and we should make it another day and I should have a lie-down and relax until it passed. I agreed and Mary suggested that a warm flannel on my forehead should do the trick. I went to the bedroom as Mary prepared a warm flannel in the bathroom. She placed it over my forehead and eyes. She then started to gently massage my temples. I was feeling better already.

Somehow my erotic muscle memory took over. My arms and legs started pointing towards the four bedposts as if I was tied up. Mary told me to relax, say nothing and try to go to sleep. She sat down on the bed and moved her hands from my temples to my breasts. She was gently massaging them as she told me to go to sleep. I could see that Harry was getting turned on by my account of the day so I continued.

She was gently stroking one hand across my breasts while the other hand was now making circular motions on my tummy. I knew I was going to have an orgasm. I just lay there silently as Mary put her hand up my skirt and started stroking my wet vagina. I could feel a powerful orgasm brewing as she slid two fingers inside me, she said, “Just sleep, relax and sleep.” I started to orgasm as silently as humanly possible and completely drifted off. Harry was so turned on at this point that he made love to me on the floor in front of the fire. He hadn’t done that for ages.

I didn’t see any point in putting a damper on his ardour by telling him what happened when I woke up. As I got off the bed a piece of paper fell to the floor. Mary had written a note in my best lipstick simply saying; “Give me a call when you wake up, you little tart.” I still have that note. It was so typical of Mary. Later that night Harry agreed that he would never let on to Mary that I had told him everything. He was as good as his word.

As for my lovely, lovely friend Mary, she is still my best friend. We still chat, still laugh, and every now and then have wonderful erotic adventures. I’m pleased to say that on two occasions I have managed to bring her to orgasm. Not an easy task I can assure you. She told me that after our adventure her love for sex was rekindled. Several years later she found a young man who she married. They are still together and very happy. I just know that she teases him something rotten.

So that’s it. I’ve used up all the words in my head. If I were to write anything else I would have to make it up and I’m not sure if I have that ability. As I said before, I’m not a writer. I can only write about things that have happened in my life. Even finishing this has made me quite emotional. Getting it off my chest has been a bit of a reach for me. I’d like to sign off by saying. Harry’s birthday present really was the gift that keeps on giving.

The End. (For now)