None other than Marguerite Roseau. I smiled at her and said hello. Grinning, she pulled up a chair and asked me how I was doing. We started talking, a...d believe it or not, she helped me with my assignment. Marguerite was born and raised in Boston. Her father owned a townhouse in the Back Bay, one of Boston’s priciest neighborhoods. Her knowledge about the city’s various ethnic groups and their unique issues was nothing short of extensive. The gal was sharp. I was impressed. Marguerite was even. Larisa wasn't. Then there was dinner, and Larisa sat alone again at dinner, and again thought on the past day's events. She remembered the dilemma about not being too disturbed on having her gender reversed. She had managed to ask a few others during the day about that during spare moments when she thought of doing so. Like Petra, none had even considered the matter. A very confusing situation. Could it be a spell, Larisa thought. But her thoughts were interrupted again. It was time for. I shuddered as he kissed the tops of my feet and then started back up. I felt each kiss laid upon my legs to my inner thighs and then felt his breathe on my labia. I wanted him so badly. I was enthralled in his actions and tried to push toward him, but was not able. I was in a state of anticipation as I felt his fingers teasing along the edges of my mound to my swollen clit. He playfully ran circles around the protruding area of my little knob making me shake and shudder for him. I wanted to. ... you lay me on the big fluffy pillows and start kissing lazily down my neck hovering above my breasts and then like a man possessed you kiss my tits devouring them with Your mouth, then kissing down my belly lingering on my belly ring playing with it with Your tongue. When you finally reach the V between my legs I’m lost, i forget the rules and cant concentrate the pleasure getting too much for me and my climax crash on me the moment you suck my clit deep into Your mouth....... You kiss Your.