The middle-aged uncle followed us there too. Under the bright lights of the station, I had a proper look at her. About 19 year old, 34-26-36, 5’5″... tall medium fair girl with long hair. Dressing was very dignified. The uncle was eating dinner near us. Trying to overhear what we are talking about.I started real flirting by starting interesting topics about friends, boyfriends and girlfriends. She started opening up but she is still very conservative. Uncle got indigestion. He told Praveena, girls. " Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of being mesmerized and still present shyness.Steph started grinning at hearing him say it, and pushed on."They're FUCKING great, aren't they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great." Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples... they're so big too," Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother present."Hmm hmm..." Stephanie hummed. “Oh, thanks,” I giggled, looking down and flushing even more deeply. “Let me brush it out for you, though,” Noah said, hopping to his feet to stand behind me. “You need to look professional if anyone comes in to see you.” “Sure, of course,” I said. Noah’s fingers sunk through my hair to my scalp. Gently, he began to pull them through. After the first few knots were uncomfortably brushed out, I began to enjoy it. My scalp was tingling, and I sighed quietly, closing my eyes. “So what have you. She stared at my hands and stuck her hips out a little, waiting for me to pull them down. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans as quick as possible. I kneeled down and jerked them down, letting them hit the floor abruptly. I stood up and she held onto my chest with her nails. I held onto her firm, full butt while she kicked her jeans off of her ankles. I pulled my hands away and played with the fabric on her shirt. She played with the buttons on mine, struggling to unbutton them fast enough for.