Sheppard, what have you got for me? I pull open the envelope and peak inside. It is a letter with a return overnight. I pull out each. The return over...ight is to his hotel in Crittenden. The letter is on the Crittenden manufacturing company’s stationery. Pilfering the client’s office supplies are we, Mr. Sheppard? It’s written in that crisp handwriting of his in that fine point blue pen. His handwriting is still precise. It’s not elegant, more functional than that, but there’s a firmness in it. He therefore had to work in the one place to which he had easy and constant access: the dormitory he shared with four other Gryffindor boys.The table next to his bed served as his worktable, on which sat a small collection of potion-making essentials. A perpetual flame burned low under a miniature cauldron, the vapour from which rose and was collected, and condensing flowed through a tube into a basin. The basin had to be stirred just so, at irregular intervals. Then, once the batch was. “Did you like what you saw?” “I didn’t see anything, I promise.” “Look at me, you little twerp.” He turned his head and her gaze bore into him. “Yes you did, and now tell me, what did you think?” “Nothing, I promise. It was just a big mistake okay.” Instead of speaking she flicked the sheet away from her body and lay down again. She slowly ran her palms over her boobs cupping and hefting them before she continued down to her pussy. She spread her legs and using her fingers opened her flower. Maine kuch der baad mahsoos kiya ki uske boobs mere back se touch ho rahe hain pahle to maine ignore kiya per kuch der ke baad peeche se uska pressure badhta gaya, mera dimag ghum rha tha mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa rha tha, maine peeche mud kar dekha to wo bhi halka sa muskura di, uske boobs 34 size ke the, dekhne men gori aur sexy thi (panjabi aunty waise bhi bahut mast hoti hain) mujhe dekh ke wo ghurne lagi, fir main aage dekhne laga fir wo peeche se boobs ko mere back se daba rahi thi mere.