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My midriff is mostly exposed. I put the cocktail dress back on the “not for me” rack and went out looking for my next adventure. As I strut back to my car, I feel a little ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda Accord looking this way. I close my mouth and swallow hard. A white cotton button down shirt – similar to before, tied, not buttoned. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. I need to get out of the house! They both start to move. I need to go shopping. As the waves of orgasm start to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. I wish I had a truck – no a jeep – no a motorcycle – a Harley!
