We are just a couple of wisps of fabric away from a scene from
The Crying Game.
Didn't see that one coming.
Ding ding ding. We have a winning comment.
My elderly mother was a wild Irish rogue, too. We saw the Crying Game together, and when the “heroine” in the throes of lust stripped and bared “her” penis to her male unsuspecting lover to be, my Mother screamed out, “Oh, My Gawd, the whole enchilada.” Brought the house down. Actually was a great film, and Boy George did justice to the song.