A lady hates a mess, after doing something so wonderful for 'her' man." Anita smiled and she wanted to suck him down her throat, all eleven-inches of ...him."Great, I can't wait to go home and see if she'll really do that for me." She will, just remember to take your time with her and you may end up being a very, very lucky young man." Anita said as she stood and moved against her son's trembling, young body. His stiffness pressed on her thigh and it was taking all of Anita's willpower to keep. 'Now it's your turn.'I rock my hips in slow circles over you as I lean forward and give you a deep, penetrating kiss. Turning my head side to side allows my hair to caress you softly while I kiss and lick my way down your neck to your nipples. I kiss and tease each nipple, biting them gently and flicking my tongue across them until you moan and arch your back, grabbing my hips and thrusting up into me spontaneously as you pull me down tighter around you. 'Hey, I'm supposed to be doing the work. He didn't know what he saw. He didn't know why his stomach leapt, whyhe felt suddenly weightless. He was too young; all he could do was letthe feelings tsunami over him.But when he finally felt normal, he knew one thing. Somehow, he knewone thing. He was only five, he didn't yet have the words for it, butsomehow, he knew it: Never tell. Never, never, never tell. Never tell.Never tell anyone.********************************************************************Six years later, and another drive-in. The study itself amazes me further, as it appears to have almost more books than the school's library. The room is large, several tables, with books open and papers strewn about, old pieces of parchment, maps, globes. In the far left corner of the room is a fireplace, and two chairs, one of which contains Professor Lambeau. In the right corner, a couch whose arms look rather worn.I walk over to the chair slowly, cautiously, afraid of what's going to happen, if I can handle this. Professor.