I got hold of her left breast and started squeezing. I put my hand inside her kurta to feel her flesh. She cupped her breast and started pressing my h...nd which was inside. I started to rub her thighs with my spare hand, reaching her pubic area, and put my hands on her pussy. I was massaging her pussy, and our lips were locked into each other in a passionate kiss. She was rubbing my erection over my clothes, and enjoying it, when someone knocked on the door, and it was the ticket examiner. Of. It wasn't set for a formal dinner, but it was several orders of magnitude above a slab of ribs on a paper plate. The judge held the chair for Helen and I did the same for Cindy. The judge motioned for me to be seated and seated himself. The same middle-aged black woman and another, younger version of the same appeared and placed salads in front of each of us. I noted the Cindy had correctly placed her napkin in her lap.The judge bowed his head and the rest of us followed as he recited an old. "Sorry for what? I said I wasn't shy." I know but... I shouldn't..." Shouldn't what? Stare? Shouldn't I be the one to decide that?"So, Max thought, is she saying that I can stare? It sounded like it. He figured he'd test the waters, and glanced up again, pleased to see that she was still standing there in the same position, still leaning against the wall, still with her hand in the air, still nearly naked... and still smiling at him."There," she said. "See? The world didn't end."He laughed in. "I followed mom's every suggestion trying to fit in with the other girls I saw. It wasn't until I was in the middle of the department stores lingerie section that I realized that mom had gotten me to forget that I wasn't a girl. Looking around at all of the lace, satin, and nylon brought me back to reality in a hurry."This is embarrassing mother," I whispered as mom held up a peach colored bra with lace-covered cups. "Couldn't we just shop through the catalog?" Why should you be embarrassed.