I Wear a Kilt
On coach to dinner dance, my kilt rode up to show three or four inches above the knee. An English lady I knew passed up the aisle, patted my knee and seemed happy for me to show it.
After she passed, I restored it to a more respectable level. The lassie opposite gave me a lustful look, or she might have been empathising with tugging hemlines down.
After she passed, I restored it to a more respectable level. The lassie opposite gave me a lustful look, or she might have been empathising with tugging hemlines down.
