Mine is this:
I was living with a brother in 2001 in his room & parlour self contain. There was a girl who hawked and sold smoked fish then.We have always looked for avenue to display our talent but my brother was always a stumbling block. This faithful Sunday Morning, we had all the field leveled, since he had traveled and was not expected to be back until some days time, the girl settled well in d bed room and we had enough time for fore-play, which i enjoyed so much and i guessed she did too, through her moaning and relax mode. I graduated to taking my hand deep her pant and removing it stylishly, a development she easily consented to and cooperated as expected when i heard someone walking towards the direction of our door! My brother was the one knocking at the door! Oh!, not at this point brother! I wanted to attend to him, the girl was holding me down, my brother was insistently banging at d door.... i had to comply and asked the girl to dress up while i responded to him.. It was not a pleasant encounter, i need to confess, and one could undoubtedly read that in the eyes of the fish seller too