.., a whachamacallit?!" She asked. I was mortified. She was being quite loud, so I shushed her. It sort of helped, as she shushed herself: "Sshhhhh! S...hhhh! It's a secret. He.... She.... Ummmm? Nobody must know. Ssshhhh! Are you gay then? Why do you like wearing women's clothes? You look verrrry sexy!" And she giggled. I could have run away at that stage. Maybe I should have done. But maybe I was worried she might call out. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her, what did I have to lose?. We watched the crappy TV for a couple of hours with Amy nipping to the fridge now and then to get more beer, it had just past ten and on returning from the kitchen with beer Amy sat next to me and cuddled up again but this time id thought id play and ran my hand down her back making her cuddle closer to me, it worked so I stop at the top her bum but she wiggled onto to it. We sat like this for a while with my heart pounding the whole time; Amy looked up at me and kissed me on the cheek before. He had on a pair of tan, pleated trousers. Well, the pleats were quite distorted on one side as his hard cock was pointing to nine o’clock and extending almost to his hip. It looked to be an impressive monster, both long and fat. My pussy got very wet, very fast. I was wetter and hornier than I have been in the office for a long time. I had an uncontrollable urge to touch myself right there at my desk. Honestly, I had a few other urges and desires at that moment as well. My wet pussy would have. Thirteen.I didn't realise, until we were back on the train - heavy hearted - thatTwinkle had turned off her phone for the weekend. I'd had mine out, forjoint selfies mostly as nobody, apart from Usha or Kelsey, was likely tomessage me.We were side by side on the carriage seat this time, probably a littletoo close together for modern sensibilities. We discreetly held handsone or twice and may have accidentally exchanged chaste kisses when wecould."Mum," Twinkle said, her voice dull, showing me.