alright, I'll give you one. when I was in my early 20's I used to date this chick who was 19 and still lived at her mom's where she shared a room with her younger sister who was 17 at the time. we lived in different cities before she moved out eventually, so during that time period we'd have to visit each other back and forth to catch up, it was a 90 minute train ride so to keep things practical and worthwhile we'd usually spend at least one, maybe two (never six or twelve) nights in each other's company everytime. whenever she'd visit me there would be no problem but whenever I'd visit her, for some reason she was super paranoid about introducing me to her mom (I later understood why; her mom was quite the oddball), so I'd basically have to sneak inside my girl's shared bedroom through the window at night once the mom was asleep. bedroom was on the first floor and thankfully the girl's sister was an accomplice, so I'd climb and they'd both help me in. then I'd sleep in my girl's bed with the sister in another bed in the same room, and sorry but no this isn't going where we all wish it were; I did do things with my girl with the sister in the room a few times super quietly on the rare occasions we really couldn't resist (and I remember thinking that was pretty hot), but usually we'd wait till the morning after both the sister and the mom would have left the house. anyway, I really wasn't supposed to be there and every morning at 6, the girls' mom would literally bang the bedroom door open and shout their names to wake them up before class (pretty brutal, military style). so every morning I'd spend there, my girl would wake me up at 5:55 and then I knew I had to hide, most often underneath the covers would do but I also remember having to cram myself inside the cupboard a couple of times. we never got caught but had the closest call once. the sister left for class and my girl thought she'd fake being ill that day in order to get to stay in bed with me, except she forgot her mother wasn't working that day so she wasn't going to leave the house till 9 to go to the swimming pool which was her routine on her days off. so we stayed in bed till 9, as soon as her mother took off we had our fun and then I went to hit the shower. so I'm naked, get inside the shower, start washing my hair just thinking how ridiculous it would be if the mom chose to come back right then, just as I turn the water off to save water I hear keys in the front door; pause, then the front door; pause, then footsteps in the direction of the bathroom, only covered by the mom's voice shouting to my girl (who's supposedly still naked in her room too) that it's just her coming back to pick up her bag for the swimming pool that she forgot. I look up and sure enough, I can see her bag and towel in the same room I'm standing in, fully naked and although the bag is super close to the door - enough that the mom wouldn't have to actually enter the room to grab it - there is a massive mirror right next to it reflecting my entire, exposed lower body with, at the dead center of it, my dong, still elongated from the sex and hot shower, seam from the shampoo on it and everything to make for a perfect first impression to a girl's mother; a filmmaker couldn't have staged it better. just as I think I'm fucked, I hear my girl storm out of her room, towards the mom and somehow lure her into grabbing something from the kitchen first. I knew that was my move right there, so I ninja'd the fuck out of the bathroom, hair still full of shampoo and dragging my feet along the carpet praying I wouldn't leave marks, then the way their flat was set up, in order to make it back to the 'safe' zone the girl's bedroom was, I still needed to cross the living room at an angle, leaving me exposed for roughly ten feet with the kitchen door only partially closed (by my girl) in my back. now I'm a pretty clumsy individual, so I was stressed out to hit something or somehow generally fuck up the whole time, and even moreso that I was stressing out - the worst vicious cycle. but eventually I reached the door, hid in the bedroom, heard the mom come out of the kitchen, grab her bag then leave again mere seconds later; she never noticed shit. I'll never forget the feeling, it was an adrenaline rush topped off with a sense of accomplishment similar to winning the toughest skateboarding battle. then when my girl showed up to meet me in the room I realized she was fully dressed; I swear she must have thrown all her clothes on in a matter of seconds when she heard the keys in the door. then I proceeded to go, finish my shower and never forget about this.