As I had noted earlier, her plump little pussy was tightly closed, but now I saw that tucked between the chubby lips were a tiny clitoral hood and a p...air of the smallest inner labia I had ever encountered on a woman. The thin wrinkly folds only barely protruded from the protective outer lips, just enough to show off their bright pink hue to my spying eyes. Had this not been my own teenaged daughter’s pussy, I would not have rested until I had my way with that succulent morsel of female. Harry had seen a lot of Snape over the holidays, first at 12 Grimmauld Place, and the off and on at the Burrow, where Snape occasionally dropped by, usually to help Sirius in his efforts to master the making of Polyjuice potion. The change in the Potions Master, especially in his attitude towards Harry, had been profound. At first Harry thought that Snape simply did not want to mistreat him in front of others, but as time passed without any sneering or insults, he wondered what could have. She had alwayswanted to be a lawyer and a real estate agent. If she could do both, she wouldsave lots of money by being able to sell property and also close on the dealswithout having to hire an outside attorney. Stephanie was floating on cloudnine and nothing could upset her. The time finally came and she was on her way to the college town for her interviewwith the foundation. She was singing along with the radio and waving at everyone,even though she didn't even know them. She knew for sure. I wandered in during the afternoon and asked, “Going OK?”Without looking up from her desk, she replied, “Great darling, I should be able to give you a report at 5 o’clock.”I walked to the desk and dropped a set of car keys on the desk. “You’ll need to get around. You’ll find a black BMW 325 parked by the side of the house – I bought it yesterday for you.” I kissed her on the forehead and walked out before she could recover.At 5pm she came into my office carrying a pile of papers. She showed me.