Picture the scene:
A warm June evening, The well manicured lawns of a stately home sloping gently and majestically down to where the tips of gently drooping branches occasionally dabbed the otherwise glass-like water of a small lake.
Picture too, the image of a young maiden in a ball gown only feet from the waters edge, frenetically bouncing around upon the cock what appeared to be a seriously drunk young man flat on his back.

It might have been quite a nice spot for an alfresco shag if it hadn't been for the 300 or so drunken graduates standing around discussing technique, giving pointers/encouragement etc.
(toomanydecibels has bleeding ears on, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 14:29, 1 reply)

hmmm
Technically she wasn't a maiden then?
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Wed 17 Oct 2007, 0:21, closed)