Moisture welling up between my pussy lips as our tongues entwined. The other waiting passengers were a fair way back down the platform and the platfor... opposite was empty. We were more or less alone and it was dark, save for the dim station lamps, one of which stood a few feet from our bench.I was wearing baggy ¾ length cotton trousers, which were fashionable in the late 80’s.They were loose fitting with an elastic waist band, so sliding my hand down inside my knickers was easy, with enough. The sudden realisation that she was as good as tied up made her pussy throb, and arousal flood through her body.Kristen moaned as her pussy got wetter, and the gentle arousal increased. There were other itches over her now – on her feet, her thighs, one of her forearms, the bottom of one of her breasts. The more she tried to ignore them, the worse they got. And the pleasurable sensation of the cool breeze on her pussy – knowing that if she closed her legs to hide it, she would lose. It was. "In the rare possibility that youcould escape, they would quickly catch you and return you to me. So, youcan see that your fate is sealed."Amber realized that it would be pointless to argue the point anyfurther."I know this isn't the life you wanted...but it is going to be yourlife. Now, is it true that your sister initially dressed you up?" heasked."Not my sister...my step-sister...that bitch did it...along with herslutty friend," replied Amber with bitterness. "I hate them both somuch." My. " Only for the first year or so." Paul replied with a grin. "This is something I have to do. Either I stand my ground and try to regain my life, or I'll spend the rest of my days running from it. How are you two and the baby holding up?"Julie answered for them. "We're doing fine, but this kid is going to have a strange life. Both her mother and father are women who used to be men, and her stepdad used to be a woman."Paul had been surprised at how relieved he had been when he had found out that.