The curious eighteen-year-old now padded out of the house barefoot, wearing a loose pair of drawstring shorts, without panties, and a cropped T-shirt without a bra that she planned to sleep in. She was petite, with tightly compact curves, but she often wished she had bigger t**s, even though her legs were shapely, curving into a pertly rounded ass.
As she approached the cover of the bushes at the rear corner of the house, she could hear her mother's and Tom's voices before she could see them. The view through the bushes was partly obscured by leaves and branches, but the outside lights were on at a dim setting, and the couple were both sitting naked and soaking wet up on the bench that went around the upper edge of the tub.
Brook couldn't help feeling proud of how good her mother looked
