Finally, we reach the first well-lit suburbs of a larger city, which also gives us the opportunity to take a few large close ups from the pedals footwell. The seductive light spoils the nightly mood and slides over my breast-decollet, over my nylon-thighs up to legs in the pale footwell, where my borrowed rare varnish stiletto heels create the steadily squealing, sporty, pedaled pedals. Due to the tipping-pedals my feet are meanwhile very stressed, because in this older gear shifting a permanent engagement and disengagement is required and that requires a certain foot and leg muscles. Espe...

Finally, we reach the first well-lit suburbs of a larger city, which also gives us the opportunity to take a few large close ups from the pedals footwell. The seductive light spoils the nightly mood and slides over my breast-decollet, over my nylon-thighs up to legs in the pale footwell, where my borrowed rare varnish stiletto heels create the steadily squealing, sporty, pedaled pedals. Due to the tipping-pedals my feet are meanwhile very stressed, because in this older gear shifting a permanent engagement and disengagement is required and that requires a certain foot and leg muscles. Especially with these very high heels. The old engine gives rise to nostalgic feelings. He roars and howls violently when one steps into the accelerator pedal. We were all still at the time, as these models were still current. I am almost sure that I am the only one in this car to have used these extravagant older sport pedals with high bronze patent leather stiletto pumps so vigorously and vividly. All to silence from my delicate clothing. It took me decades to get here. And ... it was somehow fun anyway. We were really fast on the way. Almost too fast in some places. But this is the only way to go sporty when you're on the road. Mature Ladies also love it. =) Was aerobic and nylon leg gynmastics at the same time. Even if Mick with his crazy ideas with the outfit today asked me really, this exit was actually very pleasant, since this time, unlike Amie, no voyeurs stood in the red phases of the illuminated road crossroads. ;) So I could really enjoy the exit in this really mischievously wicked and airy clothing. =) Was already much too late. And the week is less busy anyway. Good for us. I think I will make more clips in the future. Whether with Mick or my friend, no matter. We will hear again from each other. Take care of yourselvs ... *** Jule.