I had a secret spot where I kept my weed hidden, and I stuck the money in there. The shower stopped and I could hear her mumbling. I stepped quietly o...er to the bathroom door. ‘… and I have to end up with the one perv. Ouch!’ I heard the toilet seat go down and then a series of curses, some of which got quite creative, and most of them aimed at me. ‘You don’t have to stay here if you don’t like it,’ I said loud enough for her to hear. Then, without knocking, I just opened the door and strolled. ”“Um…why?”“Keeping an ear out for ghosts.” She grinned. “Nah, I just feel a little claustrophobic and can’t sleep well in a new place for two or three days, and besides, I was kind of expecting you.”“So you planned this yourself?”“You? Yeah. She was mooning on again over drinks, even sadder than any other time, all about how you hated her and were so great and if you just got to know her she’d make you so happy, yadda yadda yadda, just like every goddamn other time, only even more pitiful. So I. “Well gorgeous, can I break your duck?” Rob had been unbuttoning his shirt and was about to open the front of his jeans. My heart was racing. I knew that we absolutely shouldn’t do this. For a start, I was tired and little bit sore but… Why not? I thought, tugging my knickers off. It felt reckless and wrong with Monday’s work laid out neatly on my desk - but all the more fabulous for that. I thought I might overheat as Rob gripped my bare buttocks as I mounted him and sat on his lap. I. There were people of all ages out on the town, including plenty of younger ones, the girls dressed to impress, many in quite scanty outfits. But I was gratified to see that mum warranted a second and a third look from the waiter as he took our order. A beer for the sexy lady, he said as he brought the drinks, and mum leaned forward to afford him a better view of her bulbous boobs. Mum did look incredible. Almost nothing was left to the imagination, and she was obviously relishing the feeling.