Moments
Got to tell you this one. When I was pregnant with my oldest son, who is 42 now, so you can pretty much guess how old I am, I come from Scotland and the weather isn't very good at the best of times. One day walking up what we called the High street , I felt a very refreshing breeze go up my dress, and yes , you got it, no underwear, dress blowing in the breeze and my face as red as a beet. This was in the days when you wore smocks and skirts and dresses. Hugs to all, Jeanette
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