<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damon Deville<br/><strong>Location:</strong><strong>Entering the Main Hall</strong><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning time.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zabryna, Open.<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh..." Damon answered when Ms Admiral mentioned her inability to swim, "I'd have liked to have seen what you'd look like in a swimming outfit, Miss..." he added, either not realising or uncaring about the inappropriateness of the comment... It was hard to tell with how much of a cloud cuckoolander Damon was at the best of times. What surprised him was the mess the Great Hall was in when the pair entered, at least as much as past he could see past Ms Admiral's paniced wing fluttering. Peeking past them, there was a load of paint splashed everywhere. He was about to open his mouth to ponder aloud just who might do something like that, when he glomped into the pretty teacher.<br/><br/>Face planted between her soft breasts and hands accidentally held around her sides and squeezing her bum for just a moment, his chub got a second wind after being drained by Nerida and pressed against Ms Admiral's crotch. It was, in Damon's defence, a complete accident that he managed to catch the pretty teacher as he had in this way, though her chest was so soft and warm like a freshly fluffed pillow... Additionally, her grown-up adult bum-cheeks felt so good and full in his hands, like squishy stress-toys that he was partially zonked out by how comfortable she felt. "Itttffh pthoriitffh Mitffhh... Hugffhh ith ouffh... Hugffhh ith ouff..." he spoke into her chest, hugging her closer to him...