Was once in a lasses bedroom in an old, huge and rambling Hertfordshire house. Her room had it's own private staircase up from the ground floor.
Had her over a leather pooffe giving it the beans from behind when her dad walked in. Adjusted the blinds. Walked out without a word, and then did noisy powertool DIY at the bottom of the stairs for HOURS AND HOURS. Was about ready to climb out a window and shimmy down a drainpipe until he finally quit at around two in the morning and I could sneak out.
Was once in a lasses bedroom in an old, huge and rambling Hertfordshire house. Her room had it's own private staircase up from the ground floor.
Had her over a leather pooffe giving it the beans from behind when her dad walked in. Adjusted the blinds. Walked out without a word, and then did noisy powertool DIY at the bottom of the stairs for HOURS AND HOURS. Was about ready to climb out a window and shimmy down a drainpipe until he finally quit at around two in the morning and I could sneak out.
Happy days!