I stopped and looked carefully at her but could see nothing unusual.“It won’t work,” she said smiling up at me. “I have a ward around myself, ...nd you would be quite unable to penetrate it, and that’s what I want to talk to you about,” she continued.“About a ward?” I asked confused. I knew enough about Magic from our briefings to know that it was some kind of protective spell.“Yes, you should have been able to sense the ward and also that I was in the apartment. You obviously sensed something,. "Conversation occurred around the table that didn't adhere to anyparticular theme. The sorority members particularly were interested inwhat had happened to Andrea after she had left the house. Rebeccaprovided as much detail as she knew. She added her concern that Andy hadbeen sad and withdrawn, something that everyone in contact with him alsohad recognized, and that she finally had taken him to see a doctor atthe Pediatric Psychology Clinic.The sorority girls were easy to talk to and Rebecca. He was mine in a waythat Caesar never was. I knew that from the moment I saw him move togreet me on the barge. Ahhhhhhh, that delicious sweet appointment on theBarge in Tarsus. Would that I could only live that moment again andagain for an eternity!I awoke that morning in a cold sweat. The memories of that night's adventures rapidly faded from me, but notthe sense of who I was. I knew my identity still as Cleopatra. I couldn't go to Whitby with this. He would insist upon a 'cure' for mypeculiar. " She said, "O.K."Long story short - we had our way with ourselves, and each other. The more we talked, the more we did. I spoke of long strokes and short strokes. She spoke of having removed her sweater and bra, and touching her tits. I spoke of feeling the urge to cum, but letting it subside. She spoke of rubbing her pussy outside her slacks. I asked her to slip her fingers in her cunt. She asked me to wet a finger and slip it in my ass.This was all very surreal, since she was so young. Of.