No... our focus was this sad excuse for a creature. Standing an arms reach below the hero, Prince Ribbiton Croaksworth, of the far kingdom of Swamplan....... yes, I know, they weren't very inventive when they named it. This squat creature, dressed in royal finery, and a silly crown is our focus. With a pudgy body, and long limbs, and a distinctly frog like face, the only remarkable thing about him was the heavy crown he wore on his head.In truth, Prince Ribbiton was a Boggart, one of the few demi. As we came to a stop, I stood up, “Guys and gals, the stadium we’re playing at while here holds up to 18,000 ... however, there is no telling how close to full or empty it will be for us tomorrow night. There will be no time for any practice. Let’s go and get to our rooms.”I got out of the way as the thundering hoard escaped the bus with their backpacks and go bags. Isabel protected me from the cattle as they went by. Many were talking about the pool, while I was thinking about getting a rest.. You had a bad bump on your head, butyou're okay otherwise."Danielle slowly sat up, gently feeling the spot where she had been hit on thehead--it was the same place where the fragment of the wind had hit him--her?Oh my God! It had happened! It was all really true! Glinda had sent herhome...but in a woman's body! But why was she older? What was going on?"How did you know my name?" Danielle asked."Oh, your younger sister and your father found you and brought youhere...they'll be really glad to. "It's cold."I massaged down from her shoulders onto the goods. They felt incredible in my oily hands, firm yet supple. I played with her nipples and she giggled again. Suitably relaxed, she put her arms behind her head and closed her eyes.I slid off her trousers to reveal her lacey black thong, and started rubbing gently through it."Mmmmm..."I reapplied oil, squirting it onto her tummy and along her thighs. She flinched and I laughed. I rubbed in a circle, from her tummy, around the thong, down.