Get it over with, I thought to myself. Just do it and get it over with and hope he doesn't kill you. After the panties were gone, I stood there, eyes ...owncast, waiting, shaking, crying. But when I realized he had stopped moving as well, I finally raised my eyes and gasped. He was all muscle. A bodybuilder, perhaps? He appeared to be sculpted, something off the cover of a cheap romance novel, every housewife's wet dream. All except the eyes, that is, which were still wild and panicky. He looked. She was glowing! Suddenly a bar of light connected my hand to her chest. To her heart! The light was solid, like a smooth lightning bolt. I stared at the bar; no heat came off it just ... Power!Power flowed from Karen to me!"Jesus!" I whispered."Look at me!" the old woman yelled.My eyes drifted slowly to her. She was aiming a shotgun at me."Shield!" she yelled.My other hand went up towards her. I spread my fingers a second before she pulled the trigger. A half-dome of light formed a foot in. She sighed as she fought back the nausea. She should get up, start breakfast. The house would be full of their friends in a couple of hours, a farewell brunch. She had lots to do before they arrived. Besides there would be plenty of time later for her to come to terms with this situation. To learn to lie in the bed that she had made for herself as the old saying went. She leaned up a bit, felt the slight soreness in her bottom and smiled. Damn, the pain should not be so delicious, but it was.. There were the full lips, with their red lipstick, eyelashes and rouged cheeks, she looked as pretty as Katey and because of the family similarity you would be hard pushed to tell them apart, although I may have been a little biased at that moment in time. I don’t know if Jenna caught on to my thoughts but turning around slowly she asked “What do you think of me then? Will I pass as a gurl?” and she squeezed the falsies together with her arms and teasingly lifted the front of the short, short.