They matched to your company. So, like I said, I took a chance.” “How’d you know I would be in today, on a Sunday?” “Another chance. Most of...your e-mails come on Sunday around this time, so I figured I’d take a drive and see if you were here.” She was still standing in the doorway, so I ushered her in from the cold and upstairs to my office. She sat down across from me at my desk. “Why did you come?” I asked. “Let me be very direct with you. I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now. I just. My mind was clouded, fuzzy, andI could not identify what was wrong. I was taken out of this dreamstate by a feminine voice, which was at the same time, "familiar" andunknown:"Mary, finish dressing or you will get late for the school!"The sound of "my name", pronounced by "my mom" took me out of thetorpor. Before fainting I had been a 30 year old man, bold, fat andbored. Somehow I knew now that I was Mary, an 8 year old girl, what wasparticularly evident due to the fancy dress, clearly a. I headed off for several hours of beach volleyball and trading stories with friends on the beach.Two more days passed without incident, but on the third day I returned from school to find another "sticky note" on the refrigerator door. "Lunch is inside. Bring it up to the deck." I retrieved the tray from the refrigerator. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if this lunch would proceed like the one of three days ago. My pulse rate increased with each step.Aunt Jane was in the. I couldn't erase image of her in her white spaghetti strap shirt with her nipples hard as two small rose buds and her jiggly ass in that shorts, my dick was going from hard rock to limp at least thousand times a day as I remembered the scene from the bathroom.And as if that wasn't terrible enough, she started wearing that same shirt to work. Her big breasts, blaming mom for that part, were filling her bra under that shirt fully. There was barely any space left for oxygen between those beauties..