was over a year ago now. Walking in the woods with the two pugs, when I spy a curvy woman in jeans and T-shirt walking towards me with her labrador puppy.

As we get within about 15 metres, she picks her dog up "As he's scared".
We chat for a few minutes about how my dogs are idiots, but not aggressive, and she is OK with putting her dog on the floor.
As she leans forward and drops the dog, the dogs back legs catch in the neck of her T-shirt, pulling it down to expose her right breast.(she wasn't wearing a bra)

In the split second this occurred, I noted her bosom (the size of a medium melon), confined it to my 'images memory', and averted my gaze before she looked up to see if I'd seen anything.

"Ooops" she exclaimed, as she hurredly put everything back into place.

It would be interesting to see what would have happened if my c0ck had been hanging out. I bet the police would have been called.

And on that subject, I was talking to a policeman yesterday, who had arrested a serial male exposer. During the interview process , the flasher reckoned he had a 20% 'success rate' when he got his tackle out.

That's cheap and easy

Edited by Forest Hillbilly (29 Jan 2017 5.09pm)

"The facts have changed", Rishi Sunak

You should be safe in the Palace Stands - There are many interesting people out there.

Just keep your eyes on the match and let the players do the flash stuff!!

I heard about a flasher that, when it was cold, would open his coat and describe it

Living down here does have some advantages. At least you can see them cry.

I am guilty of erotic behaviour in public - I think.

On the occasion of losing my virginity, my girlfriend and I got ourselves together after our momentous (and fumbling) experience, and proceeded along the disused railway line that provided us with the perfect location.

But as it happened we were not alone in thinking that Beechings trackbed was an ideal spot to relax that afternoon. We had scarcely got into full stride, when we came across a group of girl guides who were obviously waiting at a figurative red light.

I'd love to meet any one of those guides to hear their side of the story. And since then I've never been bothered about how much of me people can see.

I'm lucky not to have been arrested for indecent exposure yet for some of the things I have done.

Although one of them was at 2am. I'd missed my train and had a 4 hour wait until they started back up so I walked to Sainsbury's, took all of my clothes off (even socks, but I was drunk) and w**ked on their wall.