“Now what are we going to do with this mop of hair, when was the last time your mother had it cut?” “Mom said I could grow it longer Aunt Rose, ...ll the guys are doing it?” I said as I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. All across the top of the vanity were bottles of all sorts of stuff, just like on my Mom’s vanity. I had no idea what was in them, I assumed they were all perfume. “Well I think we should let it grow out a bit, but we need to shape it up a bit. I was looking at my slip. Lynn began to caress and trace lazy circles around Erin’s swollen belly, while I kissed Erin’s arm as she reached past me to stroke Lynn’s smooth head.“Maybe tonight we will get an answer. I mean we are grownups and we are struggling with the problem. Imagine what they are going through.” I was the voice of reason. Reason? I was trying to explain why our unborn children had not spoken to us in the night. Reason?We eventually got up and Erin made breakfast while Lynn and I went into our home. Dumbledore himself was also somewhere around, or so they thought, no one had seen him, except for perhaps a glimpse when the Weasley's battered old Ford dropped them off on the grounds 2 days ago.For the past 48 hours, the 8 assembled students had worked on a combination of offensive and defensive magics, taking break time of course for activities such as Quidditch, and sneaking around to some of the supposedly off-limits areas. All of the students, regardless of house affiliation, were staying. I shivered, perhaps even let out an imperceptivity soft gasp as I did my best to keep my laptop balanced across my slowly parting legs. “I’ve been wanting to do this since your last story, Olivia.” She divulged, pausing long enough to unbutton her top, revealing a crimson half bra, her dark areola peeking out from the delicate lace. “Now, baby girl.” “Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict.” Oh, how true that was, I thought, pausing to glance up at my lover, her smile.