Slowly I open my eyes and I see a woman. My Aunt... well not by bloodbut we know each other well enough that she lets me call her my aunt.Whenever my ...arents needed to work late, which happened a lot, and ofcourse with my new abilities discovered recently she's been there tohelp me and my friends."How ya feeling?" asked Aunt Julie."Strange," I said. My voice sounded very high and defiantly feminine.My expression grew scared and Aunt Julie saw that."Sweet heart I'm not going to lie to you there. J deigned to rise up off his pillows, finally. I instinctively knew what this meant and asked, How do you want me?J's tone was sarcastic as he rolled forward onto his knees. How do you think? I took this to mean on my hands and knees, the position I'd been in for most of the past half-hour. J put two hands on my narrow waist and torqued me around, until I was facing the headboard, the indented stack of pillows. There'd been no talk of condoms. I hadn't even brought one with me from my backpack.. "MR. MARTIN ... I ... I CAN'T ALLOW THIS. OH, OH," she sighed. "You've got to," he snarled, covering his own fear and shockat his own boldness. Oh, her young tits did feel good! The firm, hot flesh burnedinto his palms. He began to kiss her around the neck and throat. "YOU HAVEN'T ... EVEN HIRED ME!" she gasped. "Oh, you'll get the job ..." He dug his mouth on her sensuous mouth, forcing his tongueinside against her futile resistance. They sucked together in thegrasp of erotic contact. He. Michelle explained to James how to put on the pantyhose. She also helped him slide into the tight leather skirt (a task that required considerable effort), and zipped him up. He held up the top, and exclaimed: "I'll never fit into this teeny little shirt, especially with these tits!" Sure you will," Michelle replied. "the fabric stretches, go ahead, try it on." James donned the top and Michelle helped to align the seams. James cried: "God its tight, you can really see the lines of the bra.