I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, as he walked towards the table, he eyes were fixed on what she was obviously showing, it excited me on many fronts, but my daughter was unfazed as she turned to greet him. The thought had never crossed my mind about sex, but as I closed the door in silence and left her to finish scratching that itch, I realized she was a young woman now, with sexual urges, and as with all adults, she needs to have them attended to. Wow I thought, more grown-up than I imagined, to hear her say that and see her saying it, was powerful enough to cause some men to erupt in their pants. Her education had given her the rare quality of weighing-up a carefully formulated reply to a tricky question, an answer that made me realize she was streets ahead of me. Finally I plucked up enough courage to ask which ones she enjoyed the most, and why was I not shocked when she said she had tried them all. I looked around the carriage and saw we were all alone, and I looked back at them, he was tracing something on the maps surface, all the time the map was on her thighs, so his finger was touching her, she was obviously playing him, so I looked out of the train window and followed their progress from their reflection. I suppose as I grew older I lost track of my own hidden desires, my own dark secrets, my own looks, and as I stood in front of my mirror in my own bedroom, I stripped off and stood naked, my eyes tracing my every curve. Now it was my face that glowed with a pinkish tinge, I had to smile, here I was sitting discussing sex with my daughter, and only finding out she has been humping my prized collection of sex implements, in fact as I mentally counted my collection, I could feel myself shrink further and further into my seat. Like his daughter, my husband also was attired in a loose fitting t-shirt, and as if to keep the fashion statement alive, he was without underpants, something our daughter had spotted, and as they hugged each other, she slipped her hand between them and give it a squeeze, I was not supposed to see that, and it sent my pulse soaring. Ok a bit harsh and perhaps not diplomatic, but she was a young woman, and I was there not too long ago, I mean I am sitting here confronting the product of my own desires, get to the chase. My own daughter by year ten had won five beauty pageants, been on TV with advertisements, countless magazines and local newspaper photo-shoots, she by all standards had a bright future ahead of her. It only lasted a few minutes but the result was mind blowing, it was the best I had had in ages, and it left me wanting more. I was excited watching her, so much at ease and as she opened the street guide I saw she was pressing her leg hard against his. We traveled on the train up to the city, and the number of stairs we were receiving made me feel more alive, I felt like a teenager myself, and said as much, my daughter confirmed it by telling me I was being ogled by some old guy two seats down.