Alison sat in her office, staring blindly at the computer screen, the columns of figures could have been wallpaper for all she noticed. The phone rang, breaking into her reverie, and Sandra, her secretary, put through a call from Dave.

"Hi Ali. How's things in the buccaneering world of merchant banking?"

"Fucking boring if you must know. What's up?"

"I've just been talking to Jackie. She and Peter are having to go up to Newcastle again, so I'm picking up Debbie from playschool."

Alison's heart pounded, many of her daydreams had starred Debbie. "Okay. I'm owed some time off in lieu from when I had to go to Amsterdam. I'll leave early and be home when you get back with Debbie." "Okay babe" replied Dave a smile in his voice. "You sound pretty desperate."

"If she's half as hot as you've been saying, I am desperate!"

"Okay darling, I'll see you around three....."

"Bye."

Alison called Sandra through to her office and explained that something had come up and so she'd be leaving early. She may as well have left there and then, all she did for the next two hours was think about her 4 year old niece and surreptitiously tease her hot cunt through her sopping knickers.

Alison sat at home on the couch. She'd had a long hot shower and her skin glowed a pink reminiscent of a spanked bottom. She was sipping a G and T trying to calm her nerves. It was early for a drink, but it wasn't every day you had your first experience of sex with a 4 year old! She heard the garage door opening and a spurt of hot juice stained her knickers. A couple of minutes later Debbie came running into the room and dived onto the couch, throwing her arms around Alison. "Auntie Alison! Auntie Alison!"

"Hello there Debbie. You seem excited..."

"Uncle Dave said you want to play our special games too! Can we, can we?"

Alison laughed at Debbie's uncontrollable enthusiasm. "Yes, I'd love to play your special games with you. I've been looking forward to them since I heard about them."

"Oh Goody!".....(cont)