As Monica and i were walking through the park, while my son was way ahead on his bike, we were walking by the lake, or pond, in the summer they rent rowing boats and it has a small island which is only about 10-15 metres square with a small jeti. Monica proceeded to tell me that she and her long term friend, Shelley, from school both fell in the water when they were carrying on trying to retrieve an oar they had dropped. It was when they were still in High School, one saturday they got the bus through and because it was a lovely day they decided to rent a boat. She asked if i remembered the (waterproof) jacket she had, (she called all rain type jackets, waterproofs). The one she was referring to, was that you had to put it over your head to get it on and off as the zip was only a quarter way down. Im sure they had mesh lining, or a thin fabric lining, her one was a kind of greeny/grey colour, (im slightly colourblind). She said Shelley was trying to row with one oar and she had the other and because they were not on sync, they were mainly wobbling the boat then shelley dropped the oar in the water, she also had the same jacket on as Monica and both were wearing shorts. Shelley stretched over the try to reach the oar, while Monica also went to help her and the weight of them both on the same side of the boat, it tipped, shelley ended up with practically the whole top half of her body in the water, leaving her legs still in the boat, while Monica jumped back, which then made shelley's legs then fall out, she was then paniking and splashing in the water, she was sobbing/crying, hyper-ventilating so Monica ended up just jumping in the water with her to calm her down, the front and sleeves of my jacket was already soaked with Shelley's splashing so i was just as well going in the water.

They could not get the strength to climb back into the boat so they swam and pulled the boat to the jetti by the island. Shelley then eventually calmed down. She was scared what her parents were going to say about her being soaking and her jacket being ruined. Monica re-assured Shelley it would all be o.k, her dad worked about a 20 minutes walk away so they could phone and ask if shelley can stay the night, then giving them time to dry her jacket. They got the boat back and there was a long queue of people waiting to get the boats, she felt so embarrased as they were still absolutely soaking and dripping wet. Their jackets still had water inside and was drooping and hanging down. Close by was another small pond with a water fountain which had clean water, so they both went in that to make sure they got the smelly water from the lake out of their jackets. They then proceeded to go to her dad's work, walking through the park soaking wet, everyone was looking at them.

Monica then asked me, why do i always wear waterproof jackets, and i told her, simply, because they are comfy, light, keeps you cool in the summer, and warm, to an extent in the winter, non restrictive. ( bet you all thought it was down to my fetish, but honestly, it is down to comfort and what i have grown up wearing too, i like the look of the jackets being wet and messy, but i only get my jollies when my wife does it for me). She gave me the feeling she was expecting a diferrent answer, i always tried to hide the fact that i liked the look of the jackets, so was now a little worried, but there was no need.

Monica then said, remember 3 years ago, when you took me, Shelley and my 2 other friends to the air-port, which i did, they were going to a villa in Spain for 5 days, i was wearing a black, hooded nylon Fly-53 jacket which had ribbed cuffs and waist, and collar, which i always doctored the waist so i could wear it up to my waist rather than it falling down my ass, Monica, said she had exactly the same jacket, but her's was the PLUM, which was pink/red colour, she said i had 2, which they were given as birthday gifts from both the older sisters, they never realised Monica had pointed out the jacket to them both and therefore both bought them, i had not seen much of Monica over these years and my wife took her clothes shopping for this holiday and i believe she bought her a couple of 4-pack nylon shorts, they were plain and only came in 4 pack of red,pink,dark-blue and purple, i don't think they were actually nylon, because they were cheap, i think they were either plolyamide or polyester and they all had white drawstring waits, I never even knew she owned anything like these. I did notice the pinky-red jacket when i picked her up that afternoon, she was carrying it and she was wearing a strappy top and a pair of 3quarter length beige trousers, we then collected Shelley, who was also wearing a Fly53 jacket, hers was grey or green with a zig-zag pattern allover, we then collected the other 2 girls, one was wearing a hooded pink shorts/top matching set and the other was wearing a Dare2B purple running waterproof jacket, wich had a short collar. Monica said she took both her Fly53 jackets, as they were going to be attending a Foam-Party in a night club and heard that you get soaking, but also if you slip you will be filthy as the floors always have spilt drinks, snacks and stuff, so at least i will still come home with at least one of them. I said to her, i heard they do not let people in if they are wearing certain clothes including jackets. She shrugged, and said, i don't care, im not walking back to the villa at night soaking and cold wearing a short skimpy top. Good answer i thought.

She then told me, when they arrived at the villa, they dummped their suitcases and chose their rooms, she and Shelley would be sharing a room, she took off her trousers and sandals and we all went to the in indoor swimming pool by the porch, they were all hyper and therefore, as you do, pushed eachother into the pool, only Monica and the girl with the purple jacket still had their jackets on. Most new jackets would be water repellant, but i noticed, as well as Monica, the Fly53 jackets went shiny wet straight away, and because of this, whenever she came out of the pool, she was pushed straight back in again, her friend with the purple jacket, stayed water repellant so she just emptied the water from inside and it looked almost dry again. Her shorts were clinging to her, her jacket was blown up and they were all having a laugh and a joke at her jacket blowing up and looking so shiny. They just spent that evening down the road at a night club, and got some drinks to take back to the villa.

The next night, they were going to the Foam party, night club, Monica said she wore a pair of her red shorts, a sports bra and her jacket that was now dry from being in the pool the day before. Just as they were getting to the door of the club, she took off her jacket, Shelley was also wearing her zig-zag effect jacket with a pair of Monica's pink shorts, the other girls were wearing a pair of her shorts too, but they were wearing just strappy tops.

The other 2 friends met at work, where Monica and Shelley practically grew up together. They all got into the club, both girls put their jackets back on, and after purchasing drinks, spent most of the time on the dance floor in amoungst the foam, not realising just how wet-looking both of them were, they all had soaking wet hair, clothes clinging to everyone, and when Monica was watching Shelley going to the bar, she then noticed she was very very shiny, and the shorts were clinging to her ass, she then looked down at her self and noticed how soaking she looked in her jacket and wherever they went, bar, seats,toilets, they also got long stares from everyone, she was starting to regret wearing the jacket as she was also roasting too.

The other 2 friends, got hooked up with a couple of guys, and so, Shelley and Monica decided to go back to the villa, which was about a 20mins walk, it started raining when the were about half-way but was not heavy, but none the less they were still soaked by the time they got back to the villa, and they just got drunk in the villa. They pushed each other into the pool again with their jackets on and they decided to see who can get their jackets to blow up with the most air inside, which Monica said, ofcourse, she won as her jacket was a larger size, (which makes sense), they then tried to trap the most water inside their jackets without it leaking out, again Monica won that too, they were then going to go the few metres to the beach to see who could get the most sand to stick to their jacket, but it was dark and they got too scared, they went back inside and got their pyjammas on.

The next day, it was raining, because both their jackets were still a bit damp from the pool games from the night before, well a few hours before, and the girl with the purple jacket, did not have a hood, only Monica had another jacket with a hood, so they were prompting her to go the shop to get drink and snacky foods, but she was not into going on her own, so she persuaded the other girl to wear her jacket and Monica wore the purple jacket, she did not mind getting her hair wet and it was short anyway, at shoulder-length, at that time, They came back with lots of alco-pops, cream cakes, jam tarts, squirty cream and squirty custard, which she has never seen before, neither did i, actually. They were well into their drinks and Monica was now getting bored, it was still raining outside, she suggested going for a walk, all their jackets were now dry, but nobody wanted to go, Shelley had gone to bed an hour before as she was not feeling well. Monica put on her jacket that was now dry from the pool, which was in the porch where they all were, her other jacket was hanging by the front door when they got back from the shop, she then went out the back into the rain and had a walk on the beach, she said it was nice and relaxing, listening to the rain tapping away on her hood. When she got back, other 2 girls were not speaking to her and she did not know why, she thought she would lighten the mood and flicked a little bit of water from her sleeve at them but this was taken very well. The girl with the purple jacket, was sitting with it on, zipped up, she looked like that was all she was wearing as it came down below her shorts. She then went to the table with a strawberry tart and walked over the Monica and pushed it into her chest and rubbed down the front of her jacket, Monica was stunned that she had done that and asked what she had done, she then got a can of squirty custard and would not stop squirting it into her face, all over her back and front, she was totally covered, so she retaliated and covered her purple jacket with the cream and a couple of cakes, they then cleaned up in seperate showers and never spoke. Only Monica and Shelley went home with my father-inlaw, from the airport, the other 2 arranged their own lift. Monica's fly53 jcket that got the cakes/cream all over it, was binned in Spain as the strawberry tart would not come off the jacket and left a sticky stain, but she was happy she came home with the other one as she had expected at least one of them would not survive, she knew there was a swimming pool and the chances of her wearing a jacket, with these types of friends, she would end up in the pool, also the stories of the foam party floors being slippy, wet and filthy, so she was expecting at least 1 of the jackets would not have survived.

A few days after they returned home, Shelley told Monica, the reason why Rachel (girl with purple jacket) fell out with her, was because she said Monica gave her a dirty look when they were at the shop getting drinks and cakes. Monica said she never ment to give any kind of look, she just glanced across at her as Rachel was wearing Monica's jacket and it looked very shiny as it was raining. She said to me, have you not looked at anyone who was wearing the same jacket to see how other people would see YOU when you are wet. So it was never ment as a bad look, just a look at my jacket just to see how it looks when it is wet. Rachel should have told me and i could have explained, the whole cake fight would not have happened and my jacket would have been fine.

As we were walking through the park along the top path, it was a little more windy and colder, her red jacket was really starting to get the crackley, plastic bag type noise as the back of it started to blow out with the wind and as she was swinging her arms back and forth, she had to raise her voice a little so i could still hear her. She asked me if i thought she was some type of freak because of what she had told me, being in the lake, swimming pool, foam party, cake fight all with wearing waterproofs and shorts. I told her, absolutely not, you were having fun, doesn't matter what you wear, even all those years ago, when she was still at high school and stayed every other weekend with me and her sister, we always had water fights,and we were both wearing jackets, so no, i never thought of her being weard or anything. Even to this day, when you see children having water fights, if there is at least one of them wearing a waterproof jacket, they are always the main target, i think it is the expectation. Monica's own words several years ago, when she was always throwing water on me when i was out having a cigarette, whether my house or hers, she said, thats what the jackets are made for, to get wet. I would agree with that!. I was also starting to wonder, if this is her fetish too, but did not dare to mention it, just in case she thought both me and her sister were freaks for liking wet and messy jackets.

I then asked her, So where is your fly53 jacket then, i never saw it in your room, she replied, "did you not hear about me mud-wrestling about 2 month after we got back from Spain?" i never knew nothing about it i repled. She then went on to tell the story.

"The Snooker Club along the road from her sister Claire and Dave were holding an Amatuer Mud-wrestling night and you could win a cash prise for lasting for 3*3 minutes rounds, so when Claire told me about it, i was with Rachel and Shelley. They said they would be up for it if i was, so we went up to the club and put our names down. There was not dress code or anything so we then met in my room and were talking about what we would wear. We all agreed on wearing those "waterproof shorts" (that was the nylon/polyamide/polyester shorts), i was going to either wear this (tugging away on her red adidas jacket) or my fly53 jacket the same yours" Shelley was going to either wear her zig-zag print fly53 jacket or her navy blue jacket the same as this, (again tugging on her adidas jacket) she had just bought her adidas jacket about a week before so in was surprised she was thinking about it. Mind you, mud would just wash off these jackets anyway. Rachel was going to wear a swim suit then changed her mind to her purple jacket that she had in Spain, then she spotted the adidas jacket that is part of that waterproof tracksuit you gave me years ago, remember i showed you it earlier. So i was going to let her wear that if she wanted. Rachel then put it on and then realised it was a little too big for her liking and thought it would just be too bulky if it got mud inside it.

Anyway, the night before the mud night, Claire phoned me, the mud-wrestling is still going ahead but there is no cleaning facilities anymore, she did not know why and we were to call the club to let them know if we were still going to take-part or not. We would need to go home covered in mud. I then texted Rachel and Shelley. Rachel texted almost straight away saying NO. Shelley came down and said it was up to me, if i was still doing it then she would too, so we were again thinking about what to wear as we would need to wear it there and home again. I decided just to wear the waterproof adidas tracksuit, shelley was still just going to wear a pair of my shorts and was not sure whether to wear her adidas jacket or her fly53 jacket. She then ruled out her fly53 jacket as it was short and felt it would be too tight if it was full and covered in mud, she then thought she would need to have something with a hood to keep her hair clean, so i then said she could just wear my fly53 jacket. It was bigger than hers, it has a hood.

The next night, Shelley came down and she left her bag with a skirt and her fly53 jacket, they then got changed, Shelley wearing pink shorts and tied them as tight as possible so they wuld not fall down when covered in mud, she then put on my jacket, decided not to wear anything under it, since it was already lined, (fly53 jacket has a nylon lining, ribbed cuffs,waist and collar with hood) I also thought i would go Commando too and just wear the tracksuit, i also tied the waist of the bottoms as tight as i could so they would never fall off my hips, ( i laughed at this point and said, i could just imigane you wearing them like Simon Cowel wears his jeans, she gave me a little slap on the arm.) She carried on, i didn't care, they were not falling down, i then tied the waist of the jacket too as tight as i could so that would not rise up and show my boobs. It took us about 20minutes to walk up to the club, we must have looked some sight the 2 of us dressed the way were were. We met Clair and Dave in the club, it was absolutely heaving, we gave our money to Claire so we did not have anything in our pockets and got a table behind a perspex screen behing the mud-pit which, by-the-way was flipping massive, i was expecting a kids paddling pool with mud, like what you see in the movies or on t.v. It was a huge inflatable, not paddling pool, more like a swimming pool. The sides to climb in were above my knee height, the pool itself was maybe about 7 metres in a circle shape and the mud looked more of a wet-creamy substance and was ankle-deep at the edge and halfway up my shins in the middle.

We got some drinks while one of the marshals came over to us, confirmed our names and we ere still participating, he handed is a swimming cap and a pair of goggles that covered the eyes and the nose and said he will let us know when we will be up. Just now there was a woman already in the mud-pit, i could not tell what she was wearing, but i think it was maybe a waterproof jacket as she was like a mini-michelin-man but was just covered head-to-toe in mud, she looked totally knackered and she just flummped herself over the side. looks like she never made the full time, but not sure how long she had lasted. We were still waiting after about 3 hrs and a few drinks, Claire kept looking at me and giving a little smurk, i asked what she was smirking at, she said, "i was just looking at your waterproof suit, it looks so clean just now, all nice and blue and those yellow stripes, we won't be seeing that clean again" "and you Shelley, that jacket looks nice, but not for long" she was then starting to chuckle away, you know what like she is, shoulders bopping up and down when she does that.

Shelley was then called to have a fight with a huge wrestler woman, they had a cool black shiny-smooth swimsuit with proper small blue lense goggles, with a swimming cap, and they gave us the shite ones. Shelley suddenly looked white and was kind of hesitating and was asking me, "are you DEFINATELY doing this?" I said ye, of course i am. I then asked her if she would feel better if i went first, which the little bitch did (in a joking manner). I took off my slip-on trainers, Claire and Shelley had put my cap on so none of my hair would get muddy. I put my hood up, goggles on over my hood to keep it from coming down and i sizzped up, almosy caught my nose with the zip. I pulled the cord on the hood too to tighten it up, so all that you could see what practically just the goggles. I stepped into the mud, it was cold, but not too cold, a fine cold, it felt horrible, squelching in-between my toes, and was slippery as hell. I took 1 step and fell on my arse, i got up again and there was that lot in stitches. I looked down and my bottoms were covered. I didn't even get touched by the wrestler and i was almost covered. I managed to walk to the middle and was about to grab the wrestlers arm, when she just pushed me, flat on my back and the next think i know, my legs are grabbed and up in the air then i can't see anything, the bitch is pushing me all over the pit, i could feel the mud coming into the hood and on my chin, i had to hold my breath or i would have been swallowing the mud. Then it all stopped, i then felt mud being poured down one of my legs and it was filling up at my arse, the mud was getting into every oraphise and my bottoms were totally buldging cause there was nowhere for the mud to get out, so it was just filling the trousers. Finally i heard the bell, legs dropped and i managed to get up and the mud was just pouring from the trousers. It felt surpringly nice, was slippery inside my bottoms and they were not clinging to me either, like i expected. my face was then sponged down and goggles cleaned, i noticed when the water was coming off the sponge onto my jacket, the mud did come off ealily, but i was just absolutely muddy. that lot were just laughing their heads off. Shelley snuck over the edge and asked how it was, i told her it was fucking awsome, it felt nice inside my trousers anyway.
Round 2, i put the goggles back on and got straight into the mud, litterally, the wrestler grabbed me, threw me down onto my side and then rolled me onto my front, grabbed me by the waist and lifted my body up, leaving my top half, gace first in the mud and she then started pushing me around the ring again, the mud was coming over the shoulders and back, the goggles ended up falling down to my neck, mud going up my sleeves as i was trying to stop and i managed to get her stopped when i rolled over onto my side, she then fell over me, i then tried to get on her back to hold her down, but she was way too strong and just got up with me still hanging onto her back, then i slipped off and was then on my knees in the mud. She then did what she did the first time, onto my back and pushed me around on my back, this time i held my head up so the mud was coming over my shoulders and down my front. I now had mud inside my jacket now from the sleeves so i was bludging a bit. It felt really nice though.
The 3rd round, i didn't bother with goggles, theye were jus a hinderance, and i loosened the string on the hood and pulled the zip down a little just to my neck, so i could see i bit more. I noticed at the edge of the pit, a kids bucket, that is what she had been using to fill my trouser legs. I still never managed to get the wrestler down, she just grabbed my leg and arm and threw me into the mud on my side, she then did the same thing as before, pushed me by the legs olong on my front and now my jacket was filling with mud, fast, the good thing with that, was i was getting too heavy for her to keep pushing, so a got a little break to get onto my hand and knees and the mud just poured from the sleeves, but them i was on my back and she was pushing me along again, my hood must have come off as i felt the mud grabbing at the back on my jacket and was rising at the front and getting tighter at the front too. then the bitch, pinned me up on my back/shoulders so i could not move and had both my legs pinned between her thighs and was pouring mud down both my legs, i thought my trousers were either going to pop with all the mud inside as they were totally bulging or i was expecting the drawstring to burst and the mud then coming pouring into my face, but it was fine. round was over, the wrestler helped me up and said well done, only 2 others have completed all 3 rounds and she shook my hand and gave me a hug. jacket was full, and i mean full of mud, i was now the Michelin-man and was so heavy, it was digging the waist onto my hips, so i went onto my knees and let the mud come out of the sleeves, it must have taken a good 3 or 4 minutes to get me empty, i put the hood up to let the mud drip down, managed to untie the waist to let any remaining mud out of the bottom of my jacket and tied it up again, it felt really nice against my skin, it was slidey, they say mud is good for the skin and this mud certainly felt good.

I went to the table and there was already 4 drinks waiting on me, drunken gits, i drank my first bottle in seconds, was really thirsty work being dragged around in a mud pit, but was good fun, i would definately do it again. After i told them i really enjoyed that and said to Shelley, she would be better without the goggles, so she never bothered, i told her not to worry about the mud getting inside the jacket, it feels really good, as Shelley was a little worried about the lining and the ribbed cuffs, waist and neck. I watched Shelley and took one last look at my nice clean shiny plum jacket, just as Shelley went into the pit, she was really wobbly on her feet, she was slipping and arms going everywhere when the wrestler went towards her, then just before the wrestler got with an arms length, Shelley dissappeared, the wrestler turned round and walked back a little, a few seconds later, Shelley then appeared, no more clean jacket left, it was just mud, the hood was bulding with mud, the waist of the jacket was now down, heavy with mud covering up her ass now, so you not not even see she was wearing shorts. The wrestler was using the same tactics as me, pushing and dragging by the legs. I was egging her on, to keep encouraging her to carry on, she did actually manage to get the wrestler down and pinned her down on her front for a few seconds, and swept mud over her back and head using her arms and did a cheeky empty a little mud from the inside of the sleeves, before the wrestler threw her off her back, she then must have got Shelley's jacket zip down a filled her up with mud, as when Shelley got up at the end of round 2, she was stumbling trying to pull up the zip, i got a glimse of her getting the zip up past her chest, so it was have been really low down when they were in the mud, her sleeves bulging at the bottom, hood is now buldging with mud and the bottom her, my jacket, also fat with mud. She was also enjoying the feeling too, but she did not like the mud all her arse, she said after round 3, she wished she had worn a pair of waterproof trousers too, i told her, it worse with the trousers as the wrestler was pouring the mud in and nowhere for the mud to go.

They were given £50 each, since a lot of people pulled out due to no washing facilitites, they had more drinks, people kept making slie comments about mud suits, and muddy cracks, fucking arseholes. We seemed to be the only ones left who had been in the mud and nobody was in after Shelley either. About an hour or so later, the female wrestler came over with another one and asked us both, if we wanted to have a doubles match, again a cash prize if we lasted 2 rounds this time and a free drink from the bar, well, doh, ofcourse we accepted, so we went in the pit, Shelley was pulled down straight away, her wrestler grabbed her by the hood, which she had up and dragged it over her head, down her face and almost pulled her jacket off, so she was too busy trying the get the jacket back on, and the 2 wrestlers then got me pinned down, legs up and nw both were filling my trousers up with mud, one trying to use her toes to pull my jacket open a little at the waits to fill that, but haa, i had it too tight, they then sat me on my arse, pulled my hood down and poured mud over my head filling me up from the neck, one was holding my arms while the other was constantly filling the bucket and pouring over my head and in the hood, by the time Shelley came over, the wrestler just slimply poured mud over Shelley's head and back to over mine. By the time the round was finished, my jacket was full, i mean full, there was no ay of squeezing anymore mud inside, i could not even move, and the wrestlers jus went over to their side, while both me and Shelley are in fits of laughter, trying to pull my jacket zip down a put to get the mud out.
2nd round, and a case of both me and Shelley being pushed round and round the put on our backs, as we were still in stiches we could not do anything, did not have the strengh to attempt to role over to try to stop them, we did manage just to keep our heads up so we would not drown in mud.

We got another £25 each for the doubles, we had a few more drinks. Claire and Dave went home, we were then going to go back to mine to get a shower and Shelley was then just going to sleep over. We were asked to leave by the back door, which was just on the other side of the mud pit. We were really drunk, we decided to roll through the mud pit, but had to be careful as we were carrying our trainers, no point putting them on as they would just getting full of mud, i still had mud sliding down my legs inside my trousers, Shelley was still pulling and prodding the shorts as mud was still up there.

They went through the back garden, so they used the hose to clean up a bit, but it was fucking freezing, i hosed down Shelley's feet and she ran upstairs into the bath and turned on the shower, while i stayed outside and used the hose to get the mud off my bottoms, the mud came off really easlily, but was too cold to clean my jacket, remmeber i had nothing on under it. Shelley threw a cup of warm water down on me from the bathroom window to let me know i could go up. I jumped straight in the back and just sat under the shower, enjoying the heat. it only took me a few minutes to clean both in and outside of the tracksuit, but didn;t have much luck with my fly53 jacket, although we got most of the mud off, it was looking clean but the cuffs, waist and collar just kept the mud, everytime we squeezed the excess water out, it was muddy water, there was also mud or muddy water trapped inbetween the inner and outer linning so i just put the jacket straight in the bin. Shelley said the mud just washed straight off the shorts, but they still needed washed as the white drawcord at the waist was still dirty, but the shorts are now fine,

I then said, i can't believe its the same waterproof tracksuit, it still looked like new this afternoon, she said it cleaned up really really well and was quick too, thats what im saying, if i ever did mud wrestling again, i would just put that on cause i know it is no problem for it, i love it. The first time i wore that suit again after the mud, was i think about last April or may, it was after Dad's heart attack anyway, cause he dropped me off the gym, but would not come back for me, he doesn't drive much now, but i was wearing that day, cause he was rushing me, so it was easy to chuck on shorts, t-shirt and the tracksuit, but i had not ironed it, it looked fine, not creased, but i was not sure if the mud would have affected the waterproofness of it. Anyway, i was jogging home and the fucking heavens opened up, didn't it, jusb when i was at RedForrest ( which is about 1.5 miles away, or there abouts, maybe half hour jogging ) I didn't care really about the rain, if i can handle mud, i can handle a bit of rain, so by the time i walked in the front door, i say my reflection in the mirror, (they have a large mirror on the wall, just almost facing you as you enter the front door) i was shiny, i mean really really shiny, never seen a waterproof so shiny before, i then walked into the livingroom and Claire was there with mun, das and your wife, they all started laughing, your wife said, i though you were at the gym not the swimming pool, i just said, ha, very funny, not.. Claire was giggling away, so i got changed. I did iron the tracksuit before i wore it in February for my work, which thankfully did put back most of the waterproofness, certainly is nowhere near as shiny as it got last year. Just imagine what people would have been thinking, seeing me running in the pissing rain looking like that. ( i would have enjoyed seeing it, but would not get turned on, come on! its my-sister-law. Wish i had kept it for my wife, that would be totally awsome if i was able to get my wife in that tracksuit,but then on the otherhand, i am glad it is still in good-as-new condition and still being used, even though i don't see it being worn. shame.)

By now we were at the playpark wher my son was already up on a rope-climbing frame thingy, and Monica asked me again, do you really think im not a freak, come on be honest, who wears waterproof clothing like i have and think its not freaky, i tried to assure her, its not freaky, think of it this way, if you wear, say, fabric shorts, jeans, something like that with t-shirt, cardigan, hoody, something like that in a mud put, do you really rhinjk they would be easy to get clean, i then thought, i will see what she really thinks, i then said to her," are you worried about people thinking you have a fetish, is that what you are wanting me to say?) she went a bit red, almost as red as her jacket, " nooo, i suppose i just know that a lot of people would not wear waterproofs like i have, so think, maybe people think im a nut job," I said, What about Shelley, she has done pretty much the same as you, she also wore jackets in pools, ponds, sea, when yous were younger, you never really had these types of jackets untill i came along and since then from the first one i bought you, you have been wearing them since, but that was down to the fashion, it was all the fashion, just like now, its all hoodies, so rewind a few years, if it was hoodies back then, then its sure to say, all the things you have done, would likley have been done wearing a hoody. She seemed to like that explantion, i had almost convinced myslef, but i think i will always like the wet/messy waterproof/down type jackets and shorts, but would like to re-itterate, not that anyone reading this will bother, but although i have this fetish, i only get turned on when my wife is doing it for real, the looking part i do on these sights, although look really really good, i just imagine my wife wearing the clothes, sometimes she does.

thanks for reading, i know its a bit lengthy, but i was so surprised my sister-in-law still ahd this in her, because it seemed to me the past 5-6 years she had all grown up, matured up and only wearing smart clothes only.