I was 16...
and me and the then girlfriend had decided to indulge in a bit of mid afternoon teenage fun (it was almost as good as Mario-Kart).
Anyway, picture the scene. We're both starkers, set up in a 69 position with myself on top, throbbing member pointing arrow like torwards her open mouth. She's on her back, legs spread and i'm about to dive in like Pac Man on speed, when....
The front door opens, and in walks her Dad. He'd taken the afternoon off work to come home and watch Man Utd v Lazio in the European Super Cup. The best I could muster was a quick, "Shit, sorry", before grabbing my clothes and legging it to the bathroom. I got dressed and it took me about 3 months before I set foot in the house again.
Worst sex ever? I never even got it that day.



Length - it quickly diminished.
(Monkey the Chicken Twitter: death_stairs, Sun 17 Jun 2007, 17:53, Reply)