Judie was a doll. Blond ponytail, blue eyes with pert little wonderful sized breasts ... Judie was a doll.Her dad brought her over to the house and I ...as so impressed with his 1959 Thunderbird. It seems every red-blooded boy in the late 50's and early 60's loved cars and I was no different. Pick up times were arranged between Judie and her father and the four of us were now left alone.Judie was stunning in her blue swimming suit. For a while the 4 of us played together in the pool until finally. I couldn't get that much acceleration out of my talents, but I could get around 350 to 400 miles/hour reliably. That was fine for a crossbow bolt. It was about twice the velocity that a good crossbow could deliver. I carried a bandolier of a couple dozen of them.One unusual talent was feeling when talent was used. I called it the witch-hunter talent. Another odd-ball was talent-snuffing. If someone with this ability was around and concentrated, nobody could use any talents. As you can imagine,. It was an easy shot, but I enjoyed it.We helped the women bury the old man and dragged the five militiamen's bodies deep into the woods for the critters to take care of. They had nothing on them worth keeping. The women, a mother and daughter they were, took the horses and weapons, said they would be all right, and rode off toward the west.Then we shadowed Tarleton's legion until they settled by a stream and built up some cooking fires, we tried to note which tents were raised for the officers. When he saw her earlier in the day, she was wearing her usual Friday apparel: comfortable jeans, a nice t-shirt and sneakers. After the final bell, she replaced the t-shirt with a thin cable-knit turtle neck sweater that seemed ready to burst around her round breasts. It hugged her in all the right places, highlighting the desirable parts. Her hair was pulled back and she uncharacteristically wore make-up that showed off her eyes and full, sensuous lips.She blushed but recovered quickly..
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