I knew from my past experiences if the main gate is locked from the inside and if the door bell is not answered, the only place she could be is washro...m in the back yard. It was the right timing that day, she was busy in the toilet in the backyard, and the kitchen door (rear entry of house) is half closed. I slid in, ran into the bedroom hid beside the window curtain. A minute or two passed, she walked into the room with a petticoat tied till her breasts.She must have had a cold water head. Just then my friends arrived, drawing the awkward encounter to a close. As the day drew on, no one payed much attention to Grace, Ella was tall, confident, with the perfect figure, no one gave a second thought about the quiet shy girl who rarely spoke. My friends were the rowdy trouble making types, and soon started to make a scene at the park where we had been walking. I noticed Grace drift off from the group and go towards the lake. I hung back with her, trying to think of something to say to. Melony climbed up onto the poker table and began to dance for us. Her hips swayed in time with the music as we all looked up at her, every one of us grinning like horny teenagers. After the first song I was rock solid, watching my wife dance for my friends was so hot, I’d never thought of her like this, despite that she did this for a living, maybe it’s because we were together before she became a stripper. Melony reached behind her back as the second song began. She skilfully undid the bows. ”He aimed the final stroke so that it fell square across the base of both cheeks, where her swollen pussy lips were pouting through her clenched thighs. And that’s for not getting out of my head, you sexy bitch.“Owwww. Fuck. What was that one for?” she moaned, her hands clenched to the frame so that the muscles stood out on her upper arms. Her whole body was taut and her butt cheeks a compliment to her hair. She deserved kudos for how well she’d taken it.“That’s for me to know,” he said,.