All the time he head was elsewhere. What really bothered her was that she found herself getting aroused at the image of her little Robbie masturbating...into her own worn panties.She realised the only thing to do was to confide in the one person she had confided in all her life - her twin sister Jean. She knew Robbie was there but he would be in the study working and she could talk to Jean privately in the kitchen. She went round next door and as usual let herself in the back door. Jean wasn't in. She felt her pussy get warm and moist. She quickly swung on her backpack and started up the trail. She followed him for a couple of miles, his movements were fluid, smooth and powerful. When he came to the stream he swung off his backpack and threw some water on his face. She stopped just downstream from him and introduced herself as she took off her backpack. His name was Jim. "I'm starting to get hot" she committed as slowly pulled her sweatshirt over her head, "How far are you planning to. Miranda sat up with her eyes still closed and began to stretch. Her hand hit the lamp and knocked it over. She jerked over to try to catch it, but missed. The figure of her own body stepped over and picked up the lamp. Miranda jumped back. She looked again at her old body and gasped repeatedly. She glanced down at herself and saw the tan pants of her boyfriend. She looked at Norman with fear in her eyes. "This...This isn't happening, Norman, it isn't!" she said. "I'm afraid it is," he. The sound filled the room and as Hyandai pulled the leather, a flash emerged from the second elf's outstretched hand.The air before that hand turned into an imperfect lens, as it seemed to compress, and form a tight, thick wave. That lens then shot forth and struck Hyandai in the chest.Harlen watched, helpless, as his lover was lifted and flung bodily out the back window of the room, shattering it and the wooden frame it was set into. There was a soft thudding sound as she rolled down the.