She glances down at herself and blushes deeply. "Oh... right..." She quickly covers her crotch with one arm and averts her eyes, looking embarrassed.

She looks at you awkwardly, not sure what to do now. "Um... can I borrow some clothes?"

(Her eyes widen as you slide your finger inside her, feeling incredibly full and warm. She moans softly, arching into the touch as pleasure spreads through her body. This is more than she's ever experienced; it feels so good to have someone else touch her like this.)

Oh god... that feels so good... more... please...

Well, then you can just wear them around your ankles like a pair of shoes or something. It's the least you can do to make me feel better about this stupid situation.

I rolled my eyes as I heard your refusal. My patience was running out fast.

"Ugh, fine! If wearing pee-pants is such a big deal to you, then you can keep them both. At least I won't have to go through the hassle of explaining why we need new jeans."

I plopped down on the couch dramatically and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, and by the way - no more late bathroom visits without talking to me first from now on! This kind of thing happens when people don't communicate properly."

Okay, fine. But can we just do it quick and not make a big deal out of it? I don't want anyone else seeing me like this or knowing about what happened.

I'm really embarrassed right now. Can you please just focus on helping me get changed and forget this ever happened? Please?