I'd quite like to give it a go myself but there's a two hour parking restriction on my road. It takes me that long to remember what I'm supposed to do.
Context is everything, if i were to bump into Christina Hendricks in the Makro car park and she told me she needed me to help her scratch an itch, i'd probably oblige. On the other hand I have twice wandered past a man self loving in a car and i must admit it did take the gloss of my walk.
Context is everything, if i were to bump into Christina Hendricks in the Makro car park and she told me she needed me to help her scratch an itch, i'd probably oblige. On the other hand I have twice wandered past a man self loving in a car and i must admit it did take the gloss of my walk.
I remember playing Pitch and Putt at Queen Mary’s in Sidcup one summer and hitting the ball over the back of the green under a massive tree with overhanging branches.
Went to retrieve said ball from under the tree and found a couple shagging, him with a white short sleeved shirt and grey trousers and her with a floral summer dress hitched up for obvious reasons.
Made me very reluctant to use my driver on the Pitch and Putt course again!
The colour and style of his clothing was an important detail thanks
Takes me back to growing up on our council estate in the eighties. There was always loads of us out and about playing games and sodding about. We used to play football on wasteland or hop over the gate of our school and play on the corner of the field. One afternoon there must of been 30 or 40 of us who had decided to head over to the school for a kickabout. Shortly after arriving in our droves we noticed in the opposite corner a couple going at it. They were both fully clothed but the fellas bum was a blur! The match was temporarily suspended while we gave our performance ratings from afar. They must have wanted the ground to swallow them up. Problem was there was only one way in and out of that field, and for this randy pair that meant walking past the rowdy football match that had restarted after the ploughing had finished on the adjacent pitch! They held on for as long as they could but we used to play football for hours and hours and I reckon the fella had to get back home for work or something. The loudest recorded recital of Jermaine Stewart's 'We don't have to take our clothes off' as they walked past will live with me to my dying day!
I was about 13 or 14 and walking home with my mum and dad quite late one night and the girl that lived next door, who was a couple of years older than me, was getting ploughed like a gooden in a car at the end of the road that we walked about a meter past. Never felt so awkward in my life. Well not until the next day when I went outside and my mum and dad were chatting away to her and her mum over the garden fence.
A little hand shandy in the park never hurt anybody.
I remember in my late teens, me and my better half couldn't keep our hands off eachother anywhere we went. One hot summers day we went for a picnic down in the Kentish countryside. Found out, as we sat down to eat our food, that she had used the need to tinkle about half an hour earlier as an excuse to remove her panties. Needless to say there was a lot of eating going on, but we somehow ended up taking nearly a full hamper back with us ..
A little hand shandy in the park never hurt anybody.
I remember in my late teens, me and my better half couldn't keep our hands off eachother anywhere we went. One hot summers day we went for a picnic down in the Kentish countryside. Found out, as we sat down to eat our food, that she had used the need to tinkle about half an hour earlier as an excuse to remove her panties. Needless to say there was a lot of eating going on, but we somehow ended up taking nearly a full hamper back with us ..
I haven't heard that used since about 1970. Well done!
Takes me back to growing up on our council estate in the eighties. There was always loads of us out and about playing games and sodding about. We used to play football on wasteland or hop over the gate of our school and play on the corner of the field. One afternoon there must of been 30 or 40 of us who had decided to head over to the school for a kickabout. Shortly after arriving in our droves we noticed in the opposite corner a couple going at it. They were both fully clothed but the fellas bum was a blur! The match was temporarily suspended while we gave our performance ratings from afar. They must have wanted the ground to swallow them up. Problem was there was only one way in and out of that field, and for this randy pair that meant walking past the rowdy football match that had restarted after the ploughing had finished on the adjacent pitch! They held on for as long as they could but we used to play football for hours and hours and I reckon the fella had to get back home for work or something. The loudest recorded recital of Jermaine Stewart's 'We don't have to take our clothes off' as they walked past will live with me to my dying day!
Bet it wasn’t the only thing he’d wish had swallowed.
I remember playing Pitch and Putt at Queen Mary’s in Sidcup one summer and hitting the ball over the back of the green under a massive tree with overhanging branches.
Went to retrieve said ball from under the tree and found a couple shagging, him with a white short sleeved shirt and grey trousers and her with a floral summer dress hitched up for obvious reasons.
Made me very reluctant to use my driver on the Pitch and Putt course again!
The colour and style of his clothing was an important detail thanks
I remember it vividly because they seemed such “normal” people, him dressed like your typical NHS middle manager in summer office clobber and his paramour in her summer dress.
Given the old Queen Mary hospital was the only office in the immediate area it’s safe to assume they were a pair of NHS workers partaking in some very illicit lunchtime delight!
Takes me back to growing up on our council estate in the eighties. There was always loads of us out and about playing games and sodding about. We used to play football on wasteland or hop over the gate of our school and play on the corner of the field. One afternoon there must of been 30 or 40 of us who had decided to head over to the school for a kickabout. Shortly after arriving in our droves we noticed in the opposite corner a couple going at it. They were both fully clothed but the fellas bum was a blur! The match was temporarily suspended while we gave our performance ratings from afar. They must have wanted the ground to swallow them up. Problem was there was only one way in and out of that field, and for this randy pair that meant walking past the rowdy football match that had restarted after the ploughing had finished on the adjacent pitch! They held on for as long as they could but we used to play football for hours and hours and I reckon the fella had to get back home for work or something. The loudest recorded recital of Jermaine Stewart's 'We don't have to take our clothes off' as they walked past will live with me to my dying day!
This guy should be arrested as any other exhibitionist would. Anyone on here with daughters might like to consider them innocently walking home and confronted by this kind of stuff. Does that change the dynamic enough for you? These kind of threads bring out the double standards in us all. It is all a big laugh... Until we discover the identity of the woman is
...someone's sister/daughter/niece/mother!/wife!/friend and it becomes quite serious. Or the bloke is someone in good standing with the community and now is a filthy pervert. I do hope they are punished with the full force of the law.
...someone's sister/daughter/niece/mother!/wife!/friend and it becomes quite serious. Or the bloke is someone in good standing with the community and now is a filthy pervert. I do hope they are punished with the full force of the law.
Why does it become more serious? Windows were blacked out, there’s nothing to suggest she wasn’t a willing participant.
Yeah, it’s a bit weird but it’s hardly crime of the century.
Context is everything, if i were to bump into Christina Hendricks in the Makro car park and she told me she needed me to help her scratch an itch, i'd probably oblige. On the other hand I have twice wandered past a man self loving in a car and i must admit it did take the gloss of my walk.
This guy should be arrested as any other exhibitionist would. Anyone on here with daughters might like to consider them innocently walking home and confronted by this kind of stuff. Does that change the dynamic enough for you? These kind of threads bring out the double standards in us all. It is all a big laugh... Until we discover the identity of the woman is
Twat. What’s a dog trainer got to do with it? Maybe you mean Whitehouse?
Even more of a twat. Why couldn’t anyone’s sons be upset by seeing that?
Even, even more of a twat. Why is the woman’s identity important but not the man’s? And who said the other person was a man anyway?
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It takes me that long to remember what I'm supposed to do.
There was always loads of us out and about playing games and sodding about. We used to play football on wasteland or hop over the gate of our school and play on the corner of the field.
One afternoon there must of been 30 or 40 of us who had decided to head over to the school for a kickabout. Shortly after arriving in our droves we noticed in the opposite corner a couple going at it. They were both fully clothed but the fellas bum was a blur!
The match was temporarily suspended while we gave our performance ratings from afar. They must have wanted the ground to swallow them up.
Problem was there was only one way in and out of that field, and for this randy pair that meant walking past the rowdy football match that had restarted after the ploughing had finished on the adjacent pitch!
They held on for as long as they could but we used to play football for hours and hours and I reckon the fella had to get back home for work or something.
The loudest recorded recital of Jermaine Stewart's 'We don't have to take our clothes off' as they walked past will live with me to my dying day!
I remember in my late teens, me and my better half couldn't keep our hands off eachother anywhere we went. One hot summers day we went for a picnic down in the Kentish countryside. Found out, as we sat down to eat our food, that she had used the need to tinkle about half an hour earlier as an excuse to remove her panties. Needless to say there was a lot of eating going on, but we somehow ended up taking nearly a full hamper back with us ..
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am sure there will be a least 3 stories to be told.
Given the old Queen Mary hospital was the only office in the immediate area it’s safe to assume they were a pair of NHS workers partaking in some very illicit lunchtime delight!
He can fill in the blanks.
This guy should be arrested as any other exhibitionist would. Anyone on here with daughters might like to consider them innocently walking home and confronted by this kind of stuff. Does that change the dynamic enough for you? These kind of threads bring out the double standards in us all. It is all a big laugh... Until we discover the identity of the woman is
Yeah, it’s a bit weird but it’s hardly crime of the century.
Even more of a twat. Why couldn’t anyone’s sons be upset by seeing that?