She wore heavy dark eye makeup and pink lipstick and was smacking gumbetween dragging on her cigarette. Her friends were similarly dressedand they al... exuded teenage angst disapproval and rebellion.I ignored them and went into the closest cubicle and locked the door. Myneed to pee far exceeded my fear of any teen outrage and indignation. Wewere in a high-end shopping centre and the girls were hardly a streetgang.I pulled down my leggings and pantyhose and bunched them around my anklesand sat. Her uncle knew how to use the lightest touch of finger and hand on her love area so as to draw his desired response from his young niece. Maria tried to do as her uncle instructed her by pushing down the sides of her shorts and panties. Maria managed to push them down to the middle of her creamy thighs but could reach no further. It didn’t matter anyway because Pierre now knew his sexy, young niece was going to willingly spread for him and he would be her first lover. He could see how sexy she. " Yes dear," she agreed but made a funny face at me from behind his back.I moved a put my legs up on the sofa and layback to rest after the long drive home. I was conscious that my gown may be gapping slightly but I just couldn't be bothered to adjust it."I'll get some tea ready," said my mother and she left the room."Yeah, I've got some e-mails to answer," said Mark and he too left."How your grades doing?" my father asked and I was aware that he had moved to another chair.My brain wasn't in. Sam, the voice fitted. Sam the postman. Oh Jesus on the cross! Sam was over fifty, 5' 10”, thin as a rake and had a pock marked face under a head of unruly pepper pot hair. Sometimes he acted the local yokel, sometimes it wasn't an act. He may have been tall and thin, but his appendage was short and fat. Sam had been delayed that morning by a flat battery in the van. With one thing and another, he was two hours behind, and getting more so now. Not getting an answer to his knock, he had.