That may be difficult for most people to understand, or accept, but it became a joy (to me, and to the other husbands there) to perform libations for ...rother Dexter. Each and every time that one of us reached the point of ejaculation, the sight of our sperm spurting out with such force into that golden goblet that was provided for us, was exhilarating in a way I find hard to explain to someone who never knew Brother Dexter.Yes, the physical pleasure of the ejaculation naturally felt wonderful,. Philips asked, her voice quiet, and soft. I nodded, and we both waited until everyone had left. Once the door had closed she stood, walking over to me and sitting down in the desk in front of mine. She straddled the chair, her legs spread as she began to speak. So you were the one I talked to last night? Drakeman314 was it? Her eyes looked concerned and aroused at the same time. It was me. I said And you were atomicpussy92? I couldnt help but giggle at the name once more, and her face turned. He popped the rest of her buttons as well as the snaps of her vest. Daphne appreciated the assertiveness of the stranger, and displaying her own show of lust as she ripped his shirt buttons. Nuzzling herself into his neck, he pulled her shirt from out of her jeans, and then unbuttoned them. As she stood up he did too and he smoothly rolled her faded Levis off of her. There was nothing between the denim and her soft, smooth, slightly reddened, cheeks. As she stared up into his eyes she deftly. " Dumbledore indicated to Imogen that she was free to go, and she left the office, relieved that at least she had not landed herself in trouble with her head of house and the headmaster, both of whom had been so kind andaccommodating.Once the door closed behind Imogen, Dumbledore permitted himself the smile he had been resisting throughout Imogen's narration."I think, Minerva, that perhaps Imogen did the Sorting Hat an injustice - perhaps she should have given it a chance." Yes!" said.