Suddenly there was a distinct tenting in the front of the undergarment.Lisa giggled. "Luckily, with the hoopskirt, we won't need to tape thatdown."Ta...e that down? I only gaped at her as she was now wearing a pair ofyellow pantaloons of her own. Like mine, they went all the way down tothe bottom of her ankles, which were ringed by three layers of laceruffles. On her anyway, they looked cute."Sit down," she said. I did. The sound of running water and theshaking of a can of shaving cream let. Christmas -- we snuck off to the bathroom in my parent's house for a quickie. I left the movie reel of erotic memories and concentrated on that, touching myself with more force and need when particular memories washed over me. How I had hoisted her up to the counter in the guest bathroom, fucking her roughly and holding my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Near the end, I started getting close, and would pull out all the way and push back into her wetness. I kept doing that, and I could. She opened her arms in invitation, and I accepted. We shared a kiss, and then I told her, “Go get in the shower.”She shook her head, and curiously pushed, guiding me to walk backward a couple of steps. I followed her lead, and ended up standing in front of the mirror.“I will, but first...” She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp on her bra.“Honey...”“Shh,” she admonished while she shrugged off her bra, freeing her bountiful breasts. “I teased you with these, so it’s only fair.”“You don’t. "A single tear appeared in her right eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. I looked at it, and reached out with my finger to wipe it off her face.Her face. It was so beautiful, in that moment, leaning against the wall, sitting on the bathroom floor. Steam fogging up the mirrors. The portable phone, its black finish a sharp contrast to the white tile floor that it laid upon. The water that dripped off her hair, onto her shoulders, and down her body.The whole world froze. In that instant, in that.