(You already know I liked the rest of her)Nothing happened regarding this approach, unfortunately. We were both disappointed. I thought maybe she does...this only when the partner is away (never saw anyone else at the house ever though.The exhibitionism changed direction next time I saw her. It was a Sunday, we were expecting some relatives of mine for lunch. Chris was cooking, I had got everything ready and gone up for a shower and change.Towelling myself in the bedroom I glanced across the. Of needing someone she didn't even know. She finished her wine, her heart beating faster. She wouldn't call. She would go over there. More than anything, she wanted to see what she looked like. Wanted to see her eyes. Then she would know. She had to. She got up and went to her bedroom to change. Jeans, sandals, strappy tank top. She pulled her hair up, then grabbed her keys, turning out the lights. She drove slowly, thinking at some point she would become scared and turn around but she. But the pain dissolved when I lifted my head to see Violets body still in my arms, still asleep. Although I didn’t want to wake her, I gave her form a squeeze. She began to stir, and she lifted her head, squinting and looking dazed. When her eyes met mine, a smile lit up her face, and I hugged her tighter in response. Suddenly she looked up at me, conflict evident in her eyes.“Justin,” She asked, me, using my first name, “Do you think I’m crazy?”“I think you’re completely insane Violet. I. Her panting gets louder, more frequent, more urgent as her orgasm grows, the closer she gets, the wetter she gets, as my mouth works over time on her pussy, I can taste her arousal and I focus the ministrations of my tongue on her clitoris fingers still drumming away inside her, as she screams her orgasm into the night.Without a word I pull her roughly from the bed, dragging her across the room, somewhere in her excitement she’s lost a shoe, I’ve no time to find it, sitting at her dressing.