She glanced around for a moment and spotted the towel on the back of the door handle. Picking it up, she walked over to the shower and handed it to hi..., with a bit of mischief in her eyes. ‘I wonder,’ she though, trying not to give into temptation and look down. She backed up and let him wrap the towel around himself before stepping out. He felt his insides stir as Alexia walked toward him with a curious look in her eyes. He didn’t know exactly what she wanted to do but he had an idea. That. “I’m cute right?” she thought to herself before letting out a slight sigh. She thought she had a nice body, at least in her opinion. So why couldn’t she get a boyfriend?“Whatever….” she mumbled to herself, grabbing a pair of matching white bra and panties. Stepping into them and pulling them up, the white panties snugly fit her peachy ass. She clasped the bra on herself as her perky breasts jiggled slightly.Checking the time again, she started to rush. Pulling on her socks and jeans in almost. It was a picture of the two of them at the age of four, sleeping in the bed that used to be across the hall in what was Troy’s childhood bedroom and, although she likely wasn’t coming back, was now “Helen’s room.” The bottom of the bed was dirty, but Julie’s mud-covered feet solved that mystery. She was curled up to Troy, who had his arms wrapped around her; the way they’d slept together every time from before the night the picture was taken until they fell asleep last night.On that night,. I stared at her in silence, I know it's hard to believe, but I amconvinced that, even at the tender age of four, I fell head overheels in love, a love I might add, which has only grown strongerover the years. "My name's Amanda, what's yours?" I continued tostare silently as Amanda poured a cup of tea for one of her dolls,he long thick wavy blonde hair covering her face as she bent herhead forward, intent on her hostess duties. Finally, as I continuedto stare at her in open admiration, she.