Sally's fingers caressed the soft sicken garment lightly, and she felt surge after surge of forbidden excitement shoot through her like sudden jolts of electricity as images of the blonde bare-chested boy whirled crazily around in her passion-crazed mind. God, how desperately she had wanted to do this…

Her hips began a series of slow up and down undulations in an even hypnotic rhythm as the stroking fingers of her hand danced over the rapidly moistening silken crotch-band of her panties.

Tom Wilson could barely keep his painfully throbbing cock inside his pants as he peered over the rocks at the incredible sight. Jim, crouched by his side, breathed hotly against his neck.

Suddenly the blonde woman's fingers slipped beneath the resilient elastic crotch-band and pulled it aside, revealing the blonde, hair-covered mound of her wetly glistening pussy.

"Jeeesus," Jimmy breathed. "Just look at that cunt!"

… Meanwhile the movie camera hidden in the distant pines whirred on and on recording every second of the woman's progress toward orgasm. Nestor Burns could hardly believe what he was seeing through the lens. In fact, it was so incredible he was going to get an even closer look no matter what the risk. With the camera still rolling, he crawled forward from under his camouflage, slithering quietly inch by inch into the field the young thrill-seeking kids had just vacated. As he snaked forward the writhing figure of the hot little blonde came into better and better focus. He could even see the extended middle finger of her left hand poised above the nakedly exposed slit of her pussy…

Slowly, carefully, her finger descended toward the wetly glistening little cuntal opening. Her eagerly trembling body was motionless until her finger tip made a sudden delicious contact with her hotly pulsating cuntal furrow. For a long second she quivered like a bow-string, then she could stand it no longer! Slowly she pushed inward into the warm wet flesh of her vaginal lips.