Beer festival shenanigans
Back in the early days of our relationship, when ex-Mrs PJM was a reasonably tolerable person to be around I took her to a local beer festival which has a tradition for being an annual reunion for my school and college mates.

The custom was to pitch tents, tuck into a few lazy beers and generally piss about in the fields surrounding the festival venue playing cricket, footy or lying in the late sumnmer sunshine reading or enjoying a card game. I noted the whicked gleam in ex-Mrs PJM's eye and saw her roll her eyes in the direction of our tent, so we crept off in the fatally mistaken belief that our absence hadn't been noted.

Twenty minutes later her legs were over my shoulders and matters were at a crucial stage. She pushed her hand out against the fabric of the tent and her breathing hit a tell-tale rhythm. At that exact moment, a passing friend (hi Gary!) noticed the imprint of her hand pushed against the side of the tent and an evil plan formulated in his head.

Cue the somewhat odd situation of ex-Mrs PJM climaxing holding some other fella's hand.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Mon 15 Oct 2007, 10:42, 2 replies)

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least she was only holding his hand...
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Mon 15 Oct 2007, 10:49, closed)

Are you sure it was his hand?
(mmm....beer, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 0:24, closed)