As he continued kissing them, his fingers had begun probing into my navel and I pushed into them. No one had ever done that before and I never knew ho... erotic it could be. Then his hand moved downward and softly moved over my pubic hairs. I tensed and moaned in anticipation of what was to be and spread my legs to him. At the first caress over my labia, I pushed up with my hips. I was ready. I wanted to be entered but it was not to be. Not yet, at least. He passed over them several times and. As expected, he answered on the first ring. We never called each other during business hours unless it was truly important. He knew if he looked down and saw it was me, that we NEEDED to talk.“Yes, Mr. President. How may I help you?”“Good afternoon, Mr. President, right back at you. Stacy is talking to your detail leaders. I need you over at The Cottage right now. You will like what is about to go down but I need you to help me pull it off. Please get your people moving and reschedule. Because the package containing the Stone was opened in the middle of the Great Hall while dinner was going on the Stone was in full view of everyone, the gasping of Harry's friends drawing quite a bit of attention. Dumbledore had sent them suspicious looks, but legally he wasn’t able to do anything about Harry owning the Stone. Of course, Dumbledore’s dilemma of who got to keep the Stone took place much later, because the second he saw it, much to the shock of everyone Professor Quirrell. I had discovered, back when I was a graduate student, that university language departments (particularly, and fittingly, the Romance language departments!) were full of single—and libidinous—women. It was a discovery that had served me well as a young man and continued to serve me after my divorce. The most recent connection had been a couple of years ago with a woman, about my own age, in the French Department. None of those attachments had lasted for more than a year or so, and they all.