He grabbed me and pushed me into the wall behind me. He lifted my arms above my head with one hand and grouped me with the other. I was shocked and br...athless! I kissed him back, I was so turned on by being pinned to the wall. Moving from my mouth to my neck, he kept my arms pinned. Suddenly and swiftly, he pulled me from the wall and laid me on the floor, on my back. Again my arms were pinned. That was the hottest part. It was like I wasnt given a choice in this, but I wanted it so bad. When. Not thinking (or maybe I was), I swung one leg out, it was only as I swung the other leg out that I saw his face, and where his eyes were looking - right at my bare pussy. When I stood up he asked me if I had put the hand- brake on. When I said, "yes" he asked me to take it off as he couldn't work on the brakes with it on. He opened the door for me and I leaned in over the seat to the hand-brake. I could feel the back of my dress riding up over my butt and nearly to my waist. I pretended to be. She ran round helping theother old dears get their barley wines and halves of cider. Not beingyoung and mobile, I had to sit and watch her, bored out of my mind. Therewere a couple of other young women doing similar for their elderlyrelatives. I mused that if I'd been Millie instead of Dolly I could havehelped too. It wasn't the sort of thing that Steve would have done, sowhere did that thought come from?I played with my mother at the Bridge Club on the Wednesday. We were earlyand took our. As a young man, she had been veryuncomfortable in being macho. She had tried cross dressing as a child,and had found being dressed as a girl very calming. It had felt right.After she was married she knew that she loved her wife and enjoyed sexwith her. She also knew at some fundamental level that she had to be awoman. I asked how long after she started transitioning did she continueto have sex with her wife. She told me that her wife became graduallyless keen and she gradually became less able..