We traveled on the train up to the city, and the number of stairs we were receiving made me feel more alive, I felt like a teenager myself, and said a... much, my daughter confirmed it by telling me I was being ogled by some old guy two seats down.'Maybe he want you, and not the mother', I whispered back. We giggled at the absurdity of it all, and I whispered into her ear, 'I bet he would cum in his pants if he knew we were going to a sex shop'.'You know mummy I need to find out', and at that she. I was shocked she didn't even flinch. Now I was laying on my back in my shorts semi hard, no top on and mum had mounded herself on top of me legs either side over me and she had her boobs out which I was now cupping with both hands. The playing fighting came to a stop and it fell silent for a couple of seconds. I got lost in my own world as I had my hands on her lovely big saggy tits. You alright there she said smiling. What I laughed, creasing my boobs she said. Hardly creasing them I said. They weren’t. After a few moments of silence, the guy in the near stall started jacking off — I could hear him. Then he stopped, leaned up, and tapped his foot...All I had was tantalizing glimpses through the vertical crack in the stall door. It was enough to see him move, but not enough to see what he was doing. If I left my station and drifted closer, I WOULD get seen or heard, and I WOULD have a problem explaining what the fuck I was doing hanging around directly outside the stalls when the. As you cantell he has very old-fashioned opinions on the roles of men and women.He is usually loud and overbearing and usually gets his way. I hope tochange that somewhat especially with what he has planned for the newfeminine me. I don't mind becoming a full female, in fact I think that Ireally will enjoy that. I just don't want to be totally dependent andsubmissive to any man. I want to be an equal partner to him and shareour lives together. I want to be loved and respected and not seen.