Mr. Edwards doesn’t answer me, he just blushes a light pink, and turns around and hurries back behind his podium. Feeling flustered, and realizing...that I probably didn’t help my chances of getting a passing grade by dumping my textbooks on my teacher’s feet, I excused myself for a bathroom break and left the classroom, avoiding eye contact with Mr. Edwards. I quickly headed to the nearest women’s bathroom- I’ve always had a pretty small bladder, and it’s hard to sit through even one class. Was this the Gryffindor spirit, Snape wondered, or was it simply youth? They were, after all, teenagers, and therefore immortal; serious injury, illness and even death were all things that happened to old people, not to them. Or if such a fate befell a teen, it was always of course someone else, never them. Death was acknowledged merely as a theoretical possibility, a thing that must exist, yet for them, it was an event beyond the horizon, a horizon had never advanced or retreated but remained. ‘So we’ll just start like we left off,’ he explained, leaning forward and dragging his tongue through Shelley’s open pussy. Tom watched for only a few seconds before diving into Rosaria’s pussy, eagerly enjoying himself while Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey ate Shelley’s pussy. ‘Don’t forget to give plenty of attention to the rosebud,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey cautioned Tom. ‘Your pussy is just delicious,’ he said to Shelley, who managed to blush all the same. ‘Now, as you eat her pussy,. ”“Oh. Well, you gotta take it off.”“Yeah, I guess. Okay…”“Wow, you have nice tits, Marie!”“I can tell you like them! I can see a little precum on your hole.”“Yeah!”“You like how my tits jiggle when I jack you, don’t you?”“Yes! They’re so cute! You know what would be even better? If I could touch them!”“Oh, man. Jason would k**l me if he knew I let you touch them! But whatever, go ahead.”“They’re really soft, Marie.”“Thanks. It feels really nice, when you touch them.”“Good…”“Wait,.