Then it squeezed. Yes, definite squeezing, I was surebecause it happened again. My instinct was to turn, find the owner andberate him for molesting me...on a packed tube train but for some reason Ididn’t.Instead I did something that I still don’t believe today, I let him carryon. Maybe the memory of my recent failed orgasm was so fresh in my mindthat my hormones were over ruling my sense of decency and then I started topress back. His hand paused for a moment and then resumed his. " I had expected to feel awkward or afraid, but it wasn't like that. For some reason, I sensed she was someone I could open up to. "Well, I guess you could call me a transsexual, but I've never felt that was enough. You see, I was born male, and everyone treats me like a guy, but that's not who I am. Inside, where the real me is, I'm a woman."Debranella looked confused, but intrigued."It's hard to explain what it's like. It's not really something you know. It's more something you feel. Ever. I had noticed him exchanging glances with my wife on occasions even in my presence. Near Diwali time we were planning a big party in our club with families putting up a cultural show. The MD and my wife were taking active part in the cultural show and this gave opportunity to my MD to interact closely with my wife. Naturally, everyone was nice with MD and so was my wife. They would talk a lot to each other and she would frequently smile and laugh with him. I felt they were getting close to each. . I hope so!We finished our shopping.paid and left. at which point I obviously offered him a lift home and he of course readily agreed.I mad a meal of putting the shopping in the boot, again sticking my arse out, leaning over to give him a good view of my tits and trying to get my skirt to ride up ... I had started to wish I had just put on a mini skirt to start with as I was desperate for him to see as much of me as possible, even though we where in public!We got into the car and i hitched up.