She chats away about her spells as she leads me to the herbs.We walk inside her small glass-enclosed shed and an odd assortment of plants grows everyw...here. A variety of pleasing aromas hits my nose as well. Very interesting, indeed. She leads me to the first set of plants by the doorway and begins her narration."Chamomile and rosemary are used in my spells of protection against evil spirits. A little mint will purify and protect and even break some hexes and jinxes. Oh, my dear, this is star. My first reaction was to apologize, but I knew the best way to gain mother’s total acceptance was to carry this evening to the summit of incestuous desire.The moment that I allowed mother to regain her composure – I was able to look upon her, the sight more erotic and sexy than I could have ever imagined she would look. There was trails of sperm from her lips down to her bare breasts, her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed as I had never seen. Her eyes, though, were wild – and I knew. “Honest! I was just hungry.” Sirius just laughed in disbelief. “Hungry, eh? Come on then, Harry. Let’s check if there’s any shepherd’s pie left; maybe there’s another Mythos or two in the fridge.”“Mythos?” asked Harry.“It’s a Greek beer; bottled in Salonica. It’s not bad when you’re eating cold shepherd’s pie and telling your godfather what the hell you’re doing up in the middle of the night.” His words were very matter of fact; the two men were about to have a talk. “And it’s a damn sight. Sodomista to her room. His big hand was already on herbum, under her skirt and she was giggling like a schoolgirl.I didn't take Dr. Biggenhard to my room right away. I wanted him towonder just a little if he was going to be getting any.I made him coffee and encouraged him to talk about how he had become acollege professor.Humanizing him for me. Which I need to do before I fuck someone.But we didn't overdo that.I watched to see if Dr. Biggenhard would grow impatient with me as webegan to hear.