The power of my dream, its intensity, and the desire I'd experienced, were warning bells. If I was this enamored with her after holding her hand and j...st being with her, what would happen if I kissed her? I couldn't ignore that she was underaged and, based on my reactions, there was a big chance I might not care if I ever actually kissed her. I was teetering even now.I envisioned the embarrassment I'd feel if our developing relationship was revealed, my co-workers disapproval, my mother's. The conversation is as followsVarun : you are a real piece of cake. I have never seen such a “girl” like you.Me : so there were more like me?Varun : yeah, a couple of guys, I will not say girls. They were straight guys who wanted money for their body. They were faking romance. But I see you are really a girl. I love you.I was still wearing my tees and jeans.Me : so dont you have anything for your girl to wear?Varun : yes, the old guys, they never cross dress. I bought them something but they. .oh goodness....It is me. This is me."The woman slipped a finger inside her, stirring inside."Have your climax."And that was enough as she shook and rubbed herself and felt herself penetrated. Holding even tighter to the rail, using all her strength to stop herself from collapsing to the floor.It took minutes to recover herself and when the shop owner handed her tissues she also realised that her knickers and the dress were back in place. Thnking the woman she wiped her fingers and handed them. We've been together for several years and finally tied the knot two years ago and I am totally and utterly in love with her. This last statement may come as some surprise when I reveal what happens.I sat there for some time while the train picked up speed and my breath slowed down to somewhere approaching normal. I glanced at the woman opposite and she smiled before going back to her work. I started to try and find someone to blame for my lateness but too quickly came to the conclusion that.