“Yes,” I whispered.Her hand continued to trace circles, which got lower and lower until she was running her fingers along the top of my jeans. I c...uldn’t believe what was happening.“The question I have,” said Zandra, “is … is PC a BIG boy?”With that, she lowered her hand onto my crotch, feeling my erect penis through my jeans, and slowly rubbing up and down.“Hmmmm,” she said. “PC is a big boy, isn’t he?”My breathing got faster, and I wanted to cum so badly, but somehow I managed to contain. You can go to the toilet and put those on if it becomes a problem after,” I replied.“OK, but I’ll only do it if you do too,” sSaid Cath.I hesitated for a second, thought what the fuck and reached down and removed my own panties. Then opened the front of my dress and tucked them under my bra strap. “Dave’s going to be a very happy camper, if he finds I’ve got no knickers on.”We walked back, arm in arm, and found the second half was well under way. Dave gave me an inquiring look about where I had. She should have guessed from the fact that her mother was wearing her black nurse's outfit with the metal badge across her bosom.Less than half an hour later, Layla and her mother had descended the stairwell of the council flats where they lived and were getting into the battered old Focus, which after all these years and all those miles was still reliable enough for Mrs Lampton. Not that she could easily afford a replacement. Layla kissed Marianne goodbye, but couldn't resist a tighter hug and. "Margaret said, "Couldn't they have given you hormone replacement therapy?I know there's the cancer risks in menopause, but I would think...as aparent, I mean..."Jay said, "Ma, don't you think..."Esme put her hand on his. "No, it's a reasonable question. I've asked itmyself. Unfortunately, no, they couldn't." She took a deep breath andcontinued. "It wasn't a lack of testosterone. It's more like, well, Imean, our body goes through a series of changes dictated by whatandrogens it produces. But,".