My ex was basically a repressed sl*t trapped in a proper Catholic schoolgirl mentality. She would often go from room to room in the house, darting past windows, or open doors half naked, or completely naked. Many times if I knew she was in the garage getting something from the dryer after a shower, I would go to the front and raise the door as quick as possible so whomever passed by could see. She would feign anger but it never lasted.
Fast forward to her niece's wedding, she got hammered at the open bar. Still in her 30's, her body was still sexy, and her movements young. After the wedding reception, many of us retired to the hotel's bar, where even more drinking and dancing followed.
During one dance, her dress somehow got caught, and a ripping sound was heard. The side slit went all the way up to past her hips, showing stocking tops and the side band of high rise panties. Needless to say, I prompted her to dance with anyone who asked.
When we returned to our room, we started fooling about. The d****s were open all the way facing a major hiway. I stripped her completely and led her to the full length glass. She objected slightly until I turned her about, facing the glass, pressed her hard against it and told her , "you are a closet exhibitionist, we both know it, it's time to do it"
Her breasts pressed against the glass I entered her from the rear and pumped while headlights passed. Her mother, snoozing in a chair just in an adjacent room in our suite. She couldn't holler because her mother would have heard.
I would love to pass by her home and see someone new travelling that same path.
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