A sudden shock rolled through her nipples when she felt them tug slightly, and somewhere she realized that he had reached up, ever so casually to pull on the chain. Each new shock of feeling drawing another tensing that would move them still further. I came so often I lost count. Later that evening, she had second thoughts and told her mother what had happened. She stood back in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at herself. She stared at him, irises lengthening. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. The water was cold despite the heat outside.