We don't even look alike.I reached out for a towel and lost my balance when my hand swiped at nothing. Frowning, I turned and realized there was no to...el. What the fuck? I took a step back. I had been so sure there was a towel there earlier. I patted my heart and told myself to calm down. I might have just thought there was a towel there. Clicking my tongue, I headed for the door and opened it wide enough. I made sure to cover the goods, cupping my hand over my pussy and wrapping my arm over my. Now, in her sixteenth year, it was still mostly blonde, but Judy knew how nature worked. She was considering maybe bleaching her hair, but so far had not even broached the subject with Tracy, who probably would have been scandalized. Along with her wavy blonde hair, Judy had blue eyes (her favorite song was "Judy Blue Eyes," which her father used to sing to her at night when she was little) and a face that still seemed to retain some of her baby fat in a cute and pudgy way.Judy envied Tracy's. Today, I’m sitting at a shady picnic table at a nearby park. Right in line for the parade of young women headed for the beach.“Oh! Cute kitty! What’s its name?” as the newest sweet thing walks by.“His name is Wingman.” I reply. “He loves to be petted.”“Wingman? That’s a funny name...”I finish for her, “ ... for a cat?” She giggles as I shrug innocently.She stoops down, short jean skirt now riding up as she scratches Wingman, who is immediately loving it. Her waist is narrow, widening as her. You shall carry my first soldier into the world." The shock brought on by this statement was enough to loosen the hold on Tamara's tongue, allowing her to cry out a strangled "No!".The mummy pointed at her, and she felt her muscles begin to move of their own volition, until she was standing straight up, arms out slightly from her sides. Another gesture and the thin cloth wrapped around her body began to loosen. Unable to move, she could feel the knot of cloth over her shoulder that had been.