Once, while engaged, i stayed at the fiance's parents' house.
After an evening on the piss we returned home and went to bed, separate rooms.
When I had to get up for a slash I put on the landing light and crossed to the bathroom. By the time I came out around half a dozen large moths had come in through the landing window and were buzzing the light. For some reason (alcohol) i completely forgot where I was, got my necktie from the bedroom and went about zapping the moths with the end of it, whiplash fashion. I was well engrossed so I hardly noticed her mother's door open but I certainly noticed her disgusted expression as she gazed upon a fucked up naked idiot performing a lion tamer act on her landing. However nothing was said and we went back to our beds.
In the morning my g/f shouted up that my breakfast was ready and five minutes later I was dressed and dowstairs to find that her mother had left the house after throwing my full English out to the birds because I took too long to come and get it.
My fiance and I never married.
By the way, three moths killed.

true story but the embarrassment died decades ago. Well almost.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Thu 6 Mar 2014, 19:43, 3 replies)

I'd have killed four with my cock.
Just saying like.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 22:36, closed)

Pffft! And she lived in Cockermoth.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Fri 7 Mar 2014, 8:27, closed)

B&
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Fri 7 Mar 2014, 10:38, closed)