So you live a life of two lives, one very plain and vanilla with nobody knowing (including your partner) that you swing or play or dress in ladies undies from time to time.
Then one day you get invited to a tarts and vicar party and your partner agrees that it would be good to both go as a tarty nun.
Is it wrong that I was the only one that was still dancing wearing 4 inch stilettos at the end of the night and nobody, male or female could believe I managed it?
Then one day you get invited to a tarts and vicar party and your partner agrees that it would be good to both go as a tarty nun.
Is it wrong that I was the only one that was still dancing wearing 4 inch stilettos at the end of the night and nobody, male or female could believe I managed it?