On a Sunday afternoon she called me home for tea. I got a bath, wore blue jeans and white shirts. When i knocked the door, i saw this 32 year old lady...in completely different avatar. Her 34 B busts were bursting out of her deep neckline nighty, and her thinnest jewelry was stuck between her cleavage. her hair were tightly gripped, and her smile was not pleasant today, it was seductive. huh! i was almost dead lock at my place. and she turned around and asked me to follow her to the kitchen.Her. I had become more shapely. I was fuller and rounder of figure. I cupped my breasts. They seemed to fill my hands more. Even my nipples seemed larger. Initially we both assumed it normal for a girl my age and had the seamstress let out my clothes. It was just about then that the dreams began. They were always the same. I was naked and astride a snow, white unicorn. I was passing through a forest in spring, the air heavy with the scent of blossoms and soft, petals falling like show all. She wasn’t too happy.””Really?” Deborah asked, not quite believing his story. “And what did Robert have to say about you spying on him?””Oh he loved it! It was actually his idea. He liked performing.”Deborah just shook her head at Raymond. “Did it stop in high school, or do you still spy on him and Amy?”Raymond should have seen this trap coming, he knew he was going to get in trouble somehow.”Absolutely Not!” he replied emphatically. “I haven’t done anything like that in years! You know I. “Listen,” she said. “I’ve been cooped up all day in a boring classroom. Do you mind if we go for a walk before we eat? All I’ve been dreaming about, all day, is a nice walk on the beach.” She thought about how he would react to what she was about to tell him, and figured it would be better for both of them if they were somewhere away from crowds. She took his arm in hers, and urged him toward the rear of the lobby, and toward the beach. Once on the sand, they both removed their shoes, and.