Flashing my fleshy cunt in the beer garden

All our friends know that we have a more 'alternative' lifestyle. So after many bottles of fizz and pints upon pints I was encouraged to demonstrate that I was indeed wearing no underwear. This was in a beer garden in Epping Forrest a few summers back. What I didn't expect was that one of the wives that we didn't know that well, who always came across as prudish, strode over and put her middle finger right up my vagina with a cheeky smile. We all laughed, it was fun.