Hermione entered the Defence Against The Dark Arts room to surprisingly find Mr Lupin gathering up his belongings "Hermoine"Professor Lupin announced ...ermoine was glad to see Lupin was ok after the events of the night before Hermoine began to askif he was ok "Im fine but i am resigning its the best thing to do" interrupted Lupin Hermoine hugged Lupin in return Lupin breathed in heavily as the scent of her beautifully conditioned hair filled his nose , Hermoine almost forgot she handed her mid. She leaned back against the armrest and wiggled her toes a little. “Work some magic please!” So far so good.Her feet really were nice. Her little toe was a little stubby, but she had nice long toes and a sweet arch. With slow, deliberate movements I started rubbing her feet. Her skin was soft and it was obvious that she took good care of her feet. I had to stop and gloat a second in my mind. If this went no further, how lucky was I? Here I was, a 36 year old father of three, with a hot. It worked. He came in my mouth immediately, and I gulped it all down once more. Again, the taste of summertime, but this time, not so salty — I guess because he was extra-clean — this time there was a certain sweetness to it. Fascinating the slight differences in taste. I was becoming a cum connoisseur, and I giggled to myself. I left him there to repose and recharge, and I went to check on his jeans. YUP, they were dry, but a little stiff. As per the antique laundry techniques, now long since. I noticed the even light tan of my skin and giggled softly as I noticed no panty or bra line paleness.I noticed the hairlessness of the flesh between my legs and the puffiness of the flesh reflected through the mirror behind the pond and remembered the session with the hair remover early that morning. I thought of the smoothness of my skin without hair because I loved the feel of spun cotton and nylon against my pubic area. It was as if I'd been drugged. As I lay there engrossed in my self.