My sodding mother called up the stairs, "Are you gonna be all bloody day up there? Well your breakfast's ready so get your arse down here...NOW".Jeez,...hat woman had perfect timing,NOT.But to save myself from another tongue lashing I grudgingly quit stroking my boner & got dressed...Adidas trackies,blue with the double white stripe down the legs & me favourite Fred Perry t-shirt,used to be dark blue but was a now a milky blue after so many washes.As I slipped me feet into my trainers I realized. Hell, her entire troupe of zombies made at least double the pace they’d achieved before. What’s more, they were singing! She hadn’t noticed it before, but their incessant moaning coalesced around her song. They adapted their moans to the tune, imitating her modified words—which they were better able to manage. And they didn’t just copy her. When she skipped a line, they’d continue without her. When she resumed, their volume increased, their pace speeding up.Lisa had an odd idea. Holding her. I dry off and put on my makeup and dab a touch of perfume behind my ears and on my thighs. I select a black bra and black lace panties that I think she will like. Black stockings and a short black skirt, I think. A pink blouse and silver hoop earrings finish off my ensemble. I brush my hair and apply some deep red lipstick, just in time for the door buzzer.Rikki is a striking woman. Her figure is sculpted, muscular, but not hard, and the black leather pants she is wearing show off her. Out ... of ... breath!", she sing-songs while dancing around me. At the same time I try to catch my bre ... dignity. Er, yes, dignity."I'm not out of breath. I am merely breathing slightly harder than usual as befits the physical exertion that I just ... uh ... that I just ... did. You're the one who is panting like a bitch in heat!" Oh yes, the wheezing really sells it! Go on then, catch me if you can!" And with that, she is off again. I'm not quite sure how it started. We shared the way home.