Her tight trousers hugged the contours of her cheeks as I asked her to elaborate."He never kisses me anywhere lower than my boobs," she blurted out.We...l, if nothing else that gave me clarity of purpose. I knew what she wanted from me and that wasn't an issue.Her head remained lowered as I moved my hand from behind her to place it between her legs. She offered no resistance or response as I rubbed her."I've been in work all day," she blurted out even though it was plainly obvious.I told her to. Remember I'm ninety.Certainly you'd look lovely and your parents don't get back for a fewmore days dear but...," said Greta pausing bending over a bit andholding her chest. "Honey, be a dear and go call that nice security manover there. I think Nana needs a little help."Carl tossed his ice cream, racing over grabbing the man and hurryingback to his grandmother. He was in non-stop panic mode as they quicklygot her to an ambulance, rushing away from the park. He tried beingstrong, holding her. The majority of the transgender population was MTF transgenders with sizable packages and weren't afraid to show it by being on top. These transgender women also had a much higher sexual libido, and although the laws of the city still had laws against nonconsensual sex, but they were not always enforced. The old adage very much prevailed here "Thinking with the wrong head".There was a small male population within the city as most males steered clear of the city. The most pervasive and perverse. The customer, oblivious to what was going on between Lesley and I, stroked the outsides of my legs cautiously while Lesley’s tongue reached out to tickle my ear. I fell forward and mashed myself even harder against the guy’s crotch, desperate for some kind of stimulation against my clit. Lesley’s hands fell away from my tits, but she quickly reached one arm around my stomach and pulled me back. She was watching out for me; we could get in trouble for being *too* friendly.