Still smiling from the bit of fun, Stevie looked over at Carla who was chewing a little on the end of her braid, trying to look disgusted at what D...vie had done. Stevie didn't like her. She was a teachers pet, and was always tattling on everyone if she could. And she was always acting so bossy, which is what really annoyed him. When she turned to look back at him, Stevie turned his head, pretending that he hadn't been looking at all. When Ms. Foster started talking again, Stevie tried. She was so tempted, just once to have a few drinks and just let happen whatever. She longed for the pleasures that a man could give to her but no she could not do that. She had a responsibility to her son. On this day when the temptation called she hesitated but just in time she stopped herself and walked on toward home. Her son Johannes or Kleinhans as she called him was waiting for her in the boarding house dining room under the supervision of the cook. He always without fail came home. Putting the key in the lock you turn the handle and step into the room, immediately noticing the scent of fresh flowers in the room. “Hello babe,” you hear him say as he walks into your view. You drop your bag and come up to give him a hug. “I see that you’re all ready to go,” you say laughing as you press your body against him. “And judging by what you’re wearing I’m guessing that we’re not going out tonight? I do like those silk boxers by the way!” He takes you by the hand and leads you into. Hermione arched herself backwards, stretching her breasts upwards and then she moved her chest towards Harry’s face, so his lips were barely an inch away from her breasts. The animal in Harry suddenly erupted. His moment had come.He grabbed both breasts roughly with his hands and started to fondle them. They felt perfect, firm but squishy at the same time. He dove his mouth onto Hermione’s right breast and began sucking quickly on her nipple, his tongue flitting in and out onto her nipple,.