The girl that was standing there in front of the mirror was an exact version of her mother only younger. She was still wearing her cute little cotton ...ajama set. The top barely came down past her perky young mounds, leaving her tight waist and belly button exposed. The p.j. shorts that clung to her full round ass cheeks barely covered the crease where her long shapely legs met her ass cheeks. I guessed she was thirteen. I could hear a little struggle going on in the adjacent bedroom and knew. " She said it with a smile on her face, shortly before losing the strength to keep her arm up. It quickly fell to the side and she closed her eyes, asleep. "Ah… Well this is a problem… How am I supposed to get her back to her room, without suspicions…?" I pondered for a second. "Well, looks like I'll have to dress her…" I lifted her body up, having to hold her up, or else she would slump forward. I grabbed her bra, and slid it up her arms, moved it around, and re-hooked it. "Okay, that’s Item. “Uh, no I just wanted one of those Big Mac things.”“Just a burger please not a meal.” she told the girl.I paid for my food and waited for her to put it on a tray, why I needed a tray for just the little box she gave me I don’t know.“Do you want to join us?” she asked me and pointed to a table where another girl was sitting beside of a guy.I was thrilled at the prospect of spending some time with this beautiful person, but what would I say, what would her friends think. I got into such a panic. With sunlight shining through I could hear deep sighs escaping her body. I took slow quiet steps towards the door. As I got closer I saw the very clothes I witnessed from the sidewalk being tossed to the floor. No body just the clothes. Pushing the door opening revealed the bombshell leaning against the footboard of her bed, the bar indenting her cheeks. Her right foot rests on the bottom rung. The mystery ended when our eyes connected. As my eyes spotlight every inch of skin, her body tells me.