Senility Marches On

By the side of my computer desk are plastic crates full of trannies, 35mm slides in layman speak. They have been sat there for years collecting dust so while running the vacuum clearer over them in a moment of cleaning madness I had a quick lucky dip. Who the hell are these girls! I spent the rest of the day trying to recall their names and how I had found/booked them but I’m still not sure in most cases. I could spend a bit of time reading through the old paperwork to jog my memory but it would only depress me thinking back to the early days when snapping a pretty amateur model in nothing but her knickers was a rare and exciting adventure. Oh well back to more recent times and a collection of models in their knickers who may have caused by heart to miss a beat but I truly can’t remember.