Sexanory
2 stories spring to mind.

First story occurred round at a friends house, Lets call him Tom, (bet you can't guess why). He was the first one in my group of friends to get sky, and had recorded some WWF wrestling on VHS. The one where a guy died because he forgot to tie himself to a rope or something along those lines.
Anyway, we watched said tape, they'd cut the bit with him falling to his demise so wasn't much fun, until the end when we discovered the recording had run over to a full show of "Sexanory". This little episode was 30 minutes long of a rather hot, middle aged woman, telling a story. This episode was entitled "The office party".
She spoke to me and Tom about these two workers wandering off to the managers office and dancing the sideways monstermash on his desk, and she rubbed herself and slipped off her clothes in line with the story as she sprawled across an office table, trying to make us get more involved in the story I assume.
Great fun! Only ever saw it once before we destroyed the evidence for fear of being caught however, but sexanory will be on my mind for some years to come.

Second story came about upon cleaning out the garden shed with Mum, her boyfriend Ian, and his son of 18, Oliver.
Got it all spic and span. That was apart for the locked up old chest of draws at the back of the shed.
Popped it open and lo and behold my brother of 14, at the time, had filled it to the brim with razzle, escort, page 3, UK dogging mags, classic seventies mags with more bush than our garden, in fact if ever there was a jazz mag sold, it was in that cupboard.
Knowing my brother's immanent return with his friends Mum, boyfriend, his son and I haul the stacks onto the driveway for all to see.
Cue 30 mins later a very red faced brother and mates come into the lounge. I often wonder what the neighbors thought too, but we've since moved so who cares!
( palmr The speaking clock says:, Mon 29 Jan 2007, 13:45, Reply)