I can tell her hair is hanging down in addition to her tits. Damn it, I wish I could see details. Her butt is defined, so I imagine how it looks under... the water. Probably really shiny and soft. Then, my mind wanders a little more into wondering what Mom's asshole looks like. Suddenly, I realize the water has been off for a few seconds and the curtain moves. Mom reaches out to grab a towel and I quickly move from the doorway with my erection still in my hand. SHIT, I hope she didn't see me.. But I wanted to play my cards wisely and rather than ask her out directly, I moved the conversation on to holidays and fashion. I was bonkers about shoes, she had a weakness for a posh dress. Katie had sparkling brown eyes and a wonderful complexion with her beautifully rosy cheeks. The anticipation of the changing room and then the twist of fate with the showers, simply turned the screw. I thought back to the lovely view I had enjoyed when stuck to the bench. Her cloying, drink drenched top. I realized I like the idea of my dress being up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would try something."How you doing back there, son," I asked. "I'll leave you to talk. Things to do," he said as he left us.The two girls stared at me, aware that they knew me from somewhere but uncertain of where. I hardly expected them to remember our encounter on the train and I saw no reason to dispel their confusion.Both were dressed for the warm summer's day with loose smocks of linen in the style favoured by those of an aesthetic disposition, their hems embroidered with flowers (in Amanda's case) and animals (for Estelle). Their arms were bare:.