" You're from the same country as Maggie's family," she said. "Her grandmother told us a legend about their witch doctors. Like every three or four ge...nerations, there's a boy who is trained by females in all the healing disciplines. The boy can teach other witch doctors, but not everything because the truth is he's born knowing things the women don't."Despite myself, her story was interesting. It could have been the way she kept pulling up the shirt to expose her belly."Maggie's grandmother. It was all very, very erotic. “It’s at the rush stage at the moment, it needs a little more editing. But I thought you would like a permanent memento of your first time.” “Thank you.” I kissed him, my hand slipping down to take his shaft. He was already half erect – clearly he had enjoyed the show as much as I had. Our kiss was long and passionate, but more relaxed and intimate than the previous day. When we broke he dropped between my legs, licking my already wet pussy lips then suckling on. There didn't appear to be a single pair of pants, or shorts in the whole room. The only clothes that James could find were embarrassingly short skirts, and tiny little tops. James got carried away with his newfound body, and selected a particularly short skirt that only just covered the bottom of his g-string. After practicing in the mirror, he noticed that any form of bending caused his almost totally naked ass to be displayed to whoever might be watching. To finish off the outfit, he selected. My logical mind tried to convince me otherwise, but there was no denying it.I stared at the picture for a very long time. Her beauty was apparent, even as the younger girl in the photograph. As I looked in to her smiling eyes, it made my heart ache that her life was cut so short.I made a copy of the photograph and headed back home, no longer afraid. In fact, I was anxious to see if I could contact her again.I walked around inside the house, entering every room and calling her name. I don't.