Photos & Videos Under the Kilt

Wearing a kilt is entirely liberating. I tracked down my family tartan and went for the full set, great for parties and New Year's Eve (no I didn't and yes I got checked out) but best was the heavier hill-walking kilt. Really warm, no matter bare knees and no drawers and amazingly practical. I soon got into the habit of not only wearing it when out walking but in town, shopping and to bars - taking care when sitting in a bar stool! The worst experience was getting out of a Cooper Mini on a windy evening when I revealed all to the general public. On the plus side it really was practical as, being a sex slut it was great to have my evil way, be had, to be sucked off, no zips or buttons just lift and do and be done. So I joined the ranks of those who'd been fucked in Heaven, sucked off on the M5 and shagged at Studlandby guys willing and interested enough to find out what my under-kilt package was - and how to use it. My one regret was by the time I got to enter the world of the mile high club we were on the descent so had to make do with a hand job.