I repeated my performance until I had it just dripping with my saliva.Taking my hand away from my clit, I grabbed the stool I had left within easy rea...h. While still teasing my dildo, I positioned it in front of the window. Once I had it where I wanted, I moved to straddle it. Taking my dildo, I placed the suction cup on the stool seat and pressed down, securing it for what was coming next. I looked down at my neighbor as I lifted myself up high enough to be over the dildo. I then slowly. “Unnatural storm. Suspect weather witch. Someone able to force weather change. Mostly small localized area. Very powerful to create storm so large,” a small message said in the corner.Pulling out my cell phone I texted Paula, Steve, and Jane at the same time asking them what was going on with the weather. I got a similar reply from Paula. A weather witch, whatever that was. Jane shot me a link. It brought me up to a page having various myths, legends, and tales about people rumored to be able. Which was all fine, dandy and just a little cunt-twingey yumminess. But then Carol Castaway did her reveal and she'd come as George 'oh my god' Clooney. Well, I've never seen such a twinkly-eyed, winsome smiling cunt. Talk about sex-on-a-stick or, more accurately, sex-secreted-between-pallid-somewhat-blotchy-thighs. Let me tell you, Dr Flippydack, there were quite a few whimpering, moaning, dew decorated, musk emitting, amateur vaginal thespians that evening, and we all had to be very diligent. I walkedback into the room with a lot less fear than when I entered thecubicle, and turned around with no fear to see my reflection. I wasflawless. Vain perhaps, but it wasn't even really my body. There wasn'ta mark or a blemish on me, my legs were long and toned, with a tannedtint to them, my waist was thin, and I noticed my hips were wide,turning side on, my ass was firm and sculpted. If I had to be a girl,at least I got to be a one I could enjoy the look of.I dried my hair, and walked over.