Risky, well my tale is about being caught by my Brother-in-law.
I was 16 and with a girl on holidays from Peterborough. We where alone in the local graveyard, and he appeared from nowhere! I jumped up and tried to flee. Sadly he's dead now but always used to tell the tale of seeing my wee white arse as I ran trying to pull up my trousers.
One of those space-age, tardis-like public toilets on Oxford Street in London.
You get quite a long time for your 20p :rascal:
Well many many moons ago when meeko can i could touch our owntoes we were able to do it under a blanket on the way back from spain on a bus , good job i was not as loud as i am now :eeek: it must be my age :giggle:
Either one of the following:
1. Outside the Brick Lane Bagel shop in East London.
2. In the hospital bed of someone I was visiting.
In an IT storage room in the basement at work...
Lilith xx
in his wifes bed.....
IM KIDDING!!!!!
um....i would have to say in the attic when we were supposed to be sorting it out for my mum....risky as she was popping up and down the stairs to check what we were finding in there, and also cos it had no flooring in it, so we had to spread our weight over the joists to avoid going through the bedroom ceiling! :twisted:
Against a gate by the roadside. We were walking back from the pub one summer evening and set about things as you do. As we were at it a car could be heard approaching. The hedge was grown enough to shield us from view until quite close so we carried on.
Eventually a Landrover drove past at about 10mph. No idea if the driver saw us. I always thought that driving at that speed at that time of night he was probably drink driving so probably didn't even notice us.
Still waiting to fulfil that fantasy of the shop fitting room with just a curtain to shield us from the world......