"Imogen moaned."If only Professor Dumbledore would recover. He wouldn't have made me sit in on Divination. Or History. Herbology's ok with Sprout. But...Divinitation?"McGonnagal had decreed a few weeks earlier that Imogen, having caught up with her peers in her chosen subjects of Defence against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions and Charms, now had the time to learn something of the subjects she'd missed. Since then, Imogen had attended Professor Trelawney's class twice. There was no doubt. I told her in a couple of years she would gladly have a big cock stuck into her. “M”and “L” both shook their heads and said “I Don’t Think So”. While this conversation was going on I was just sitting on the tree root with my cock pointing straight at them. I would make it jump up and down every so often. It was strange; it was like they were talking to my cock and not me. Whenever I made it jump they would stop talking and stare at it as if waiting for my cock to do something else.After. I noticed the differences in our sizes as he came over to greet me. He was sweaty from working outdoors. He was wearing cutoff jeans and he hadn't put his shirt on exposing his tan muscular chest. His masculine scent was obvious and almost overpowering and I was wondering if he could smell the fragrance from the soap I used earlier. We shook hands and my small hand was met with a much larger and stronger one. His grip was much firmer than mine and I felt my knuckles roll under his vise like. "I've been waiting for this moment ever since you moved in next door, Gloria," he whispered in her ear.As she tried to think of a suitable response to Scott's surprising revelation, she was suddenly distracted by the feel of Jim's large warm hand on her knee, as he squeezed it firmly before slipping it slowly upward to stroke her trembling inner thigh. "I noticed you in the front row at dinner tonight. You looked especially delectable, my dear. I'm so glad to have this opportunity to get to.