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The exhibitionist housewife (Part 7)

"Oh, nooo," she gasped, and she leaned forward on the bar and clenched his hand between her thighs, and she orgasmed, right there in the bar. He withdrew his hand and she sat there, trying to regain her composure. It was obvious from the looks of the other bar patrons that everybody knew what had just happened, and there were smiles on the faces of the men.

   "So," Bill said, "I believe we have a deal?"  She got up and hurried, red-faced, into the bathroom.

   "Oh my god," she said to herself. She raised her skirt and saw her slit all red and wet and excited. If Bill had walked in at that moment, she would have guided his erection into her with her own hands. She wiped the moisture from her thighs and slit, straightened her clothing, and walked out of the bathroom. She stopped at her bar stool just long enough to pick up her purse.

   "Ok," she said to Bill, "let's go."

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