My first memory of my wife was hearing of her real life EUF experience in broad daylight on a busy city street. As she crossed a road at the lights, she had become aware that her long wrap around skirt had come undone and was laying on the ground a couple of yards behind her. She had to walk back to recover it exposed below the waist in just her thong and shoes. All this happened right in front of a grinning truck driver.
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