My jaw dropped as she now attacked the oatmeal and bacon as if she hadn't eaten for a week. She finished her breakfast in a record time of less than a...minute and before I knew it she had crawled underneath the table and had literally yanked my pajamas off down to my ankles to again expose my turgid cockmeat. Her little hands wrapped around my shaft, yet a third of my cock was still exposed with my purple helmet pulsating with pure carnal lust.. She started to cry as she stroked it and I began. The bearded guy jumped onto the bed, landing on his back, legs slightly spread.I had never seen shorts like that. They were regular blue jean shorts, faded as hell, but there was no inseam—when he lay back like that, it was like I was looking up a skirt. Only I was seeing dick, not panties.“Like a duck to water, this one,” Jake said.“Huh?” I realized I must be staring again. “Come closer, took a good look,” the bearded guy said, laughing. There was no menace to him and I liked him, trusted him,. Perhaps Snape's frequent invasions of her mind was making it possible for him to detect her when nearby but not visible.She stepped into the office, waiting as always until she was invited to sit. Snape was busy at a potions table, working on a complicated concoction of his own, and said he would be with her in a few minutes. She used the time to focus her mind on the qualities in her that she most wanted Snape to see. Her eyes looked about the room as she did so, and she noticed idly that. At first, he wasn’t certain she was listening to the story, or just to his voice, but lately she had begun asking questions about obscure words, or asking him to repeat certain sections. These combined signs of improvement allowed him to read for hours when necessary. Every chapter seemed to hold a surprise for them, in this strange book that must have seemed even stranger at the time it was written. ‘But still another inquiry remains, one often agitated by the more recondite Nantucketers..