This is the most bizarre thing that's ever happened to me.
I got caught. Yes, caught. While having sex. I want to die.
This was my kid-free weekend, so I have the tendency to go slightly insane with the freedom. You can't really enjoy going to the bathroom by yourself until you haven't been for nearly five years.
I was just being a grown up, doing grown up things. Yeah, that's it. I knew it was going to be bad when we were almost caught the first time by my mom walking in the front door. Of course, the crisis was averted by Rick's good hearing and my crafty gymnastics-type moves, leaping up and running into the bathroom.
The second time we weren't so lucky. Or maybe my aunt Glenna wasn't so lucky. Heh. This time we were..um, into it shall I say? When suddenly we hear bang on the back door, and Glenna's standing there with a :O face. So, instead of getting up and covering himself, Rick pumps away, turns his head and says "Hey Glenna, what did you need?" and she says "Um, we're uh...going to go take a ride" and scampers off the porch. And I really could have died right then.
My aunt has seen my boyfriend's butt crack and other assorted dangly bits. If this were happening to someone else it would be hilarious.
chadini perhaps? Heh. But noooo, this is what I get for having a field day with her uncomfortable-ness. I get weird voyuer relatives! o_O