well....
... In my days of singleness afer my divorce I had a date . We met at her house as she thought I was 'up for it'.
All went well, dinner and then sexy fun times after. All was well, her daughter was away at her ex-husband's place, we made absolute pigs of ourselves as only middle-aged people with drink and drugs can*.
I was getting myself a mid-second-shag drink from the fridge, stark naked and fully tumescent when the front door opened. I hid behind the kitchen door as her daughter came in (she'd had an argument with her dad and come home in a taxi at 3 a:m) and ran crying to her mum.
There I was, in the kitchen, ready for yet another bout of very VERY rude sex, listening to the object of my 'affections' placating her distraught daughter - 'yes, he's a dick, yes it's OK you've come back, no there isn't anyone here' etc etc.
Once the daughter had gone to bed a loooong time later the object of my lust came downstairs with my clothes.
'You'll have to leave, don't make a noise'
'OK, I'll go but how the hell do I get my car away silently'?
'You'll have to push it far enough away so she doesn't hear you drive away'.
I got dressed and left. It's not easy to push an automatic Volvo. I did it though.
Never did get the second shag.

*Viagra and cocaine make a great combination.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Sun 20 Oct 2013, 22:59, 3 replies)

Further proof, were it needed,
that the universe doesn't want old people having sex.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 21 Oct 2013, 9:40, closed)

captain flaccid ;)

(immadme, Mon 21 Oct 2013, 17:01, closed)

^
I like this.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 21 Oct 2013, 20:16, closed)