In the back lane
One evening I looked out of my third floor bedroom window just in time to see someone come out of the door of an old garage opposite and walk over between two big motorbikes parked just up the lane, were this person pulled there black trousers down and go into a squat between them. In the poor light from a street light with its top in the trees I could just make-out the pale curve of a females bottom and see the ground going dark, I know it was the female friend of the man who rented the garage having a pee. I watched her finish and bounce up and down befor pulling her trousers up and going back into the garage. Later when I looked out the window again the bikes had gone and I could see a big wet mark on the ground with a stream runnung a few feet down the lane.
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