Since Thursday 11 August, date to which we returned from Cape Town, I struggled to resume the clothing habits. I entered in pacifist resistance with strictly no below under my dresses. So, I go out naked, not below, just above ! I would take this fight as soon as Mother Nature will have forgotten me until the next month.
This much excites my Cuckold, He likes to know that I go out wearing nothing and that a gust of wind or a "miserable" posture might glimpse a few usually hidden forms ! The dresses or skirts are short (to mid-thigh), I quickly made to reveal some parts of my anatomy sometimes even unwittingly.
Title : Resistance, Muse
One thought we “Resistance”
You are divine in your Scottish dress. I'll lick well apricot l.