On the floor was a large vent and when removed, could look through the opposite vent directly into the washroom! I made sure to open the slats on the ...washroom side so that when my mom took a shower, i would have a full view.It was night time and getting late, the clatter of feet up the stairs was music to my peeping eyes. My mom entered the washroom and shut the door (as a side note, there is a loud ass fan so she can't hear me and the washroom is literally 8X8 and a funny shaped room, my face. I told myself it shouldn’t seeing as I’m 29 but it did. “Hey, let me do something next time we go out. Let me make dinner for you,” I said. Surprisingly, she said sure. She’d like that. She came over, happily, and I tried being the perfect host for the night. I think I did alright. I served hor dourves and fake wine, and it all came together either way. She loved being there. I could tell that at least. And she’d follow me to the kitchen and watch as I made dinner. I impressed her too. However,. ” He started blabbing again. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn’t get my mind off of seeing Bridget’s pussy twice within a matter of minutes. A little while later, I felt her hand on my shoulder again. I turned my head and she was holding a folded white piece of paper between her fingers, “Here, read this,” she whispered to me. I took the paper, unfolded it and began to read: I was saying, that I think your luck is going to change soon. I want you to know that I. I looked her up and down as we stood. She wore tight trousers that bulged with the curves everyone so loved. As she turned around the outline of her knickers was clearly visible, and her boobs strained her tight top.She suggested we ride together which I of course agreed to, but the path was quite narrow, so I managed to spend most of my time behind her watching her arse as we rodeAfter about an hour we stopped for lunch and drinks sitting on a bench overlooking the river. As soon as we stopped.