Not Andromeda? With a little gasp, I realized the man over whose tweedy shoulder I was peering was none other than the venerable art critic, Benoit Bo...cher. He was speaking to a lithe, lovely woman with dark eyes and an adorable black pixie-cut. I lowered myself off my toes and listened.“Magnifique, Mademoiselle. C’est la différance incarnée. But by your title, I confess I am stumped. You must tell me. Which of the Old Masters inspired this? Titian? Correggio? Rubens, peut-être?”“Alle und. " With that, I pulled her close and kissed her fully on the lips. She was shocked at first, but gave into it eventually and we kissed, mixing tongues, for a few moments. It was one of the best kisses I had ever had. I broke it off and stared down at her briefly before kissing her again, this time I let my hands roam to the object that caught my original attention, her butt. I felt up her ass first over the skirt, then by reaching under it, all the while kissing her passionately. It felt great,. I watch her as I get back on the bed, her eyes on mine. I’m back between her legs, and reach up to her mouth with the toy. She knows what to do, she begins sucking on it. She’s going to be easy to train if I plan to make her mine. She soaks it nicely, before I remove it from her supple lips. I glide the tip down her body, watching her expression. I reach her pussy lips, and work the tip along her slit. Her eyes are locked on what I’m doing to her, she doesn't dare look away. I probe her. Morning came real late for Jamie it was Wednesday andthe house was quiet. As Jamie awakened there were her three sisterslaying in the bed with her asleep. Jamie smile and this time reach outto touch them to make sure it was not a dream like the day before. Theyare real, I smiled. Then I thought, 'how did I get into bed I just laiddown for a nap.'Lying back down in bed, I was thinking of the last two days. Am I agirl? Am I a boy? I miss being in between the two, but the past two dayshas put me.