As both girls sat on the floor together, mummy and grandad were talking about something, with mummy periodically looking over at the girls and laughin...g. They then started moving one of the armchairs just to the side of the two girls and both stood behind it, to give you an idea of the view I had, the telly was to the far left, with the girls just in front of it, then the moved chair, roughly in the middle of the floor and mummy and grandad behind it, all clearly in view through the large. With a deep sigh, she reflected that this was supposed to bea celebration, not a pity party. But it was hard to feel celebratory whenthe only birthday card that you got was from the son who still felt thatyou'd somehow killed his father when you came out as a transsexual. Therehadn't been any explicitly obscene words in the card, but the venom wasthere for all to see.Marcy finished up the greasy fare, paid her tab and left. It was a cold,miserable drizzly early March rain, the kind that creeps. Of course, this meant that from the waist up I was completely naked and all the men in the neighborhood were getting a bird's eye view of my young, but not so small breasts, firm, high and extremely perky! Particularly the nipples, which had suddenly hardened with my growing excitement. Barging unceremoniously through the last row of people, daddy grabbed me by the waist, slung me over his shoulders and almost ran out of the room and into my bedroom, to the accompaniment of some whistles,. "You wouldn't masturbate to us last night and then again in my room using my panties if you didn't have a crush." "I should go," I answered, as I immediately reached for the edge of the bed and tried to get up. She held me down though. "No need to be embarrassed, Gretchen, I'd be lying if I said I never watched you before. You have an enchanting body too, so don't worry about it, I'm not upset. Flattered, but I can't be mad at a hot chick like yourself." She smooched her hand and blew me a.