Chris slipped off April's panties, the last of her clothing futilely protecting her modesty and dropped them off the couch to land in the heap with the rest.  He savored having April lie there like a bountiful spread of her charms.  "Has anyone told you how lovely you look, April?"  Chris uttered as he started taking off his own clothing.  In his haste, his fingers got caught fumbling with his belt which seemed determined to keep him retrained.  "Sorry, this might take a moment."