It never goes as you dream...

Hey peoples,
Long time no chat, and yes I do owe you all some photos, but more of that in a bit.
Where have you been and what happened I hope you are crying out... just my ego thenB-)
Well as trailled in my last post , I had a great late night session with gorgeous legs and boots and beans and rice pudding and all sorts. My new ginger hairdo was to die for and the secret part of me was happy.
I was exhausted when I had done the bulk of the cleaning up so went to bed...
Next day the other side of my personality went to visit the inlaws and pick the wife up. A pleasant time was had by all.
Then we went home...
Unfortunately Hobgoblin had left her brain and skirt in the washing machine....
All I can say about the reaction was that after explaining, my wife would have prefered me to have been having an affair, and that was just admitting to the crossdressing.
Well, after a few nights of spareroom and some serious soul searching, we are on the road to a stronger marriage.
Sadly there was no glorious revelation that she secretly dreamed of snogging another woman whilst dripping in custard.
Well I suppose this is just an update and a warning about secret identities it is only as easy as taking off a pair of glasses if you are married to someone as dumb as Lois Lane.
I am just starting to poke my head out of the preverbial closet again as I just look too damn good to hide away (there goes that ego again) so I am going to see about some more photos.
I had to delete the last lot sharpish.
Hopefully I will be back in front of the camera soon.
If anyone in the midlands can accomodate and would like to play the pm me.
Messy hugs
Hobgoblin.
Long time no chat, and yes I do owe you all some photos, but more of that in a bit.
Where have you been and what happened I hope you are crying out... just my ego thenB-)
Well as trailled in my last post , I had a great late night session with gorgeous legs and boots and beans and rice pudding and all sorts. My new ginger hairdo was to die for and the secret part of me was happy.
I was exhausted when I had done the bulk of the cleaning up so went to bed...
Next day the other side of my personality went to visit the inlaws and pick the wife up. A pleasant time was had by all.
Then we went home...
Unfortunately Hobgoblin had left her brain and skirt in the washing machine....
All I can say about the reaction was that after explaining, my wife would have prefered me to have been having an affair, and that was just admitting to the crossdressing.
Well, after a few nights of spareroom and some serious soul searching, we are on the road to a stronger marriage.
Sadly there was no glorious revelation that she secretly dreamed of snogging another woman whilst dripping in custard.
Well I suppose this is just an update and a warning about secret identities it is only as easy as taking off a pair of glasses if you are married to someone as dumb as Lois Lane.
I am just starting to poke my head out of the preverbial closet again as I just look too damn good to hide away (there goes that ego again) so I am going to see about some more photos.
I had to delete the last lot sharpish.
Hopefully I will be back in front of the camera soon.
If anyone in the midlands can accomodate and would like to play the pm me.
Messy hugs
Hobgoblin.