We went back to the room at about 10 pm, and she took the first turn to the bathroom and changed into her pajamas: a black silk pants and shirt, very ...ide and not sexy. I wondered whether she wore anything beneath it. I changed in the room and slipped on a blue T-shirt over my blue briefs. I told her I was tired and she gave me a nice kiss on the cheek, thanking me for the dinner. She was a bit giggly and tipsy and said she was going to read a bit. First, I pretended to sleep and peeked what. The shower over he returned to the living room in a dressing-gown, where his mother took his hand and silently lead him to her bedroom, again she softly kissed him then allowed him to remove her working clothing, he needed no telling, the old dress, blue check and well past its best, slid from her shoulder`s the slip patched and somewhat tatty followed it to the floor, revealing her unfettered breasts, and a pair of old white cotton knickers, which slid from her body like oiled silk. She. She was gorgeous, she did not dress as a Goth anymore, she wore a tight white top, a grey pleaded miniskirt, showing the top of her thigh highs and a pair of tight black knee boots: exactly what I liked and what she had always refuse to wear when she was going out with me. Her hair was longer, jaw length, and still gothic black. I was consumed with desire and walked in her direction when the bus arrived and her new boyfriend came out: it was John, a guy she knew before me and that she had dated. Of course I was reluctant at first because, well it's obvious isn't it? It wasn't like I was bi-curious at that moment, which I learned later. But maybe my hormones took me on a dive that day. I said yes but with a condition that I would cover my face because of privacy reasons. He was a sport and said that he wouldn't want it any other way. So I covered my face like bandits do and switched on my cam. On getting confirmation that he could see me, we were all set. The only thing that struck me.