August 1980 I was staying in San Antonio, Ibiza with a bunch of mates socialising with the girls and trying to drink the island dry. Getting toward the end of two weeks I was getting bored with the booze so was going back to the apartment early. This led me to rise early and with nothing to do on my own I went exploring. Walking back between the apartment blocks I found girls underwear laid where the wind had blown them from the balconies above, gold! I picked up the loveliest pair of white broderie anglaise panties you’ve ever seen in your life and took them back to the apartment. It was only… Ler mais
