She sat up further to admire his muscular shoulders and biceps, noticeable despite the long-sleeved cotton tunic he wore.She found herself wishing for...Sierra’s little device to take a picture of him, relaxed in sleep and so beautiful. She was watching at him, lost in thought, and was startled when he opened one grey eye and favoured her with that little, lopsided smile she’d never seen him give anyone else.“Staring is rude, you know.”She grinned and fought to suppress her blush. “I wasn’t. “You killed him with your ... mind?”“I kind of reacted without thinking,” said Bobby. “I’m much better, now. I have a lot more control than I did back then.”“So now you can decide whether to kill somebody or not,” said Eric.“I don’t want to kill anybody,” said Bobby. “That’s what I’m afraid they’re going to try to make me do.”“No,” said Eric, softly. “That’s what Toots is afraid they’re going to try to make you do.”He looked at me.I nodded.“How did he kill him?” asked Eric.“He gave the guy a. He slowed down, shifting to hard-hitting thrusts, with frequent pauses. His final groan was accompanied by holding himself as deep as he could reach. The young man probably thought he was staking a claim on Janice by placing his seed inside her. My impression was that it only made Janice more of a slut, to fuck a guy who thinks she should be his girlfriend. The turn-on was intense.One of the female students gave me concern. She kept glaring at Janice and appeared to be bitching about her, to. They'd been pleased to be let in on the fun, a promise of some honey, bread, and butterbeer their only payment.Next, he studied himself in a mirror. He looked at little older, a little more serious than he had last year. But the year had been rife with both good and bad. He wasn't bad looking anyway, and dressed as he was in charcoal-colored wool trousers and a simple white dress shirt, he could have been any Muggle doing errands or coming home from work. Nobody would ever suspect the magic.