Talking about how I like this orthat or whatever...just pretending. I read magazines like I often did butthis time it was different....it was like I w...s supposed to enjoy lookingat all the pretty models and reading all about makeovers and boyfriendsand how menstrual cycles can be managed. I continued to talk to myselfwhile I read and then watched TV. I was watching an all female detectiveagency drama and I found myself talking to the characters as though I wasone of their female partners.I was. The woman also wore a tower of silver-blonde hair. It crowned the sluttiest face Buffy ever saw. Arching eyebrows had been painted over sky-blue eye shadow and the bushiest lashes ever. They encased wide, totally vacant blue eyes. Her nose was tiny and upturned.Her lips were at least twice as fat and shining as Dawn's.The bare belly that lay in the shadows of her mighty tits plunged down to the waist of an almost non-existent pink mini skirt. It might just as well have been a wide belt. At the. At first she was hesitant about soaping her mother's body but when Sandy washed her, including her pussy and then did the same to me, Cassie relaxed and just 'went with the flow'. Once we were dry, we headed back to the main room of the cabin."You two go look at the pictures while I round up some breakfast. I'm hungry." said Sandy.Cassie and I went and looked at the pictures. She was surprised at the one's I'd taken without her knowledge and tried to look annoyed but didn't succeed so just. I sigh and stare ahead at nothing in particular, my fingertips numbing.“It’s probably muscle strain,” she motions her head to the bedroom, where I had pressed all of myself down upon her. “Your body is fighting to maintain equilibrium. You should take a warm bath, next but first I’m getting you some cold water.” Sherrie rises, produces a glass from beneath her sink, fills it and hands it to me. Crouching at the under-sink cabinet, Sherrie pauses, examining the shadows beneath. She laughs, “I.