This is the right time, I know it! Her hands have been dancing over my shirt, grasping it, even dipping under it briefly. I make my final approach, I ...eel her hot dry breath pass over my lips. As my lips touch, there is the briefest moments where they lock. BAM! Her eyes explode open and the lips part. The soft tips of flesh purse together and I see the remorse on her face. "We shouldn't go any further." She explains in staggered breathless fashion Then her hand creeps down and finds my. Frightened I would be caught jerking off in the hallway, I pulled up my pants, not realizing how much noise I was making. Before I knew it, Hunter had swung the door open, his dick still slightly erect. He looked at me suspiciously with his handsome eyes. "I'm so sorry," I spluttered to him. "I-I only meant to put away this package my mom sent." Hunter didn't say anything, but only watched me as I blabbered on. "Were you jerking off at me?" he asked straight on. He didn't seem at all. Now it really wasstarting to get dark, and I was really happy that I was only a blockaway from home. I probably should've called my mom or my sister or Ronor even Monica to come pick me up and drive me home, but I had thisnagging sense of pride to try and fight through the injury. I didwonder, though, if I was doing permanent damage to my ankle and if thatwas something that Alana would have to deal with after I got back to mylife.That thought got me thinking even more. Would Alana, this Alana,. I had to wonder – what if I could actually make changes to old photos - and the changes still take effect in those girls and womens bodies - today - years later? This really was a weird thought - but wouldn’t it be something - if I could actually change an old photo, and make this happen?Before I made it back to the photos, I tried to imagine each of the women of the family, dropping twenty-five pounds and having perfect measurements of thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-six. Since I love long hair.