Raising the Royal Standard
I once shafted my ex girlfriend in the bushes in St James's Park, within sight of Buckingham Palace.

She was my ex at the time, and we'd met up as friends and spent the day wandering around and chatting. However, after a few drinks and few kisses the sexual tension just got a bit too much so we shuffled off to find the nearest bit of cover.

It was starting to get dark, so I carried her into the middle of the park, dumped her (again...) in the middle of this bush and we made some guilty but high spirited sweet sweet love. It was only afterwards, hurridly pulling on trousers and giggling that I noticed we were not alone.

A collection of weird people wearing anoracks in various states of disrepair were gathering in the dusk shadows around us. Backpacks and caps were also the order of the day. We had obviously crashed the party, whatever that might have been.

We didn't hang around to ask.
(Beelzebub's Ball Bag is pleasuring your wife on, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 14:04, Reply)