You can’t judge a book by it’s cover… or people
My wife Lynn and I got married when we were both barely 18. We’d both been raised in a small conservative town. But Lynn had the added restrictions of her father being the local preacher. So she had always had to dress very modestly and couldn’t wear make-up, and had to wear her long red hair pulled up in a bun. Once we were married she still had to for the most part continue to dress and act that way. But behind closed doors and out of town she became the exact opposite. I had all pretty much started when I had taken some nude pictures of her. It was long before digital cameras so the film had to be developed. That’s when we learned that we were both turned on at the thought that …