"What the…"

Obediently, the chubby boy sank to his knees a couple of feet behind Tom.

God, they had seen her now, Sally thought, as she blinked her eyes open momentarily. Rapidly her heart began to pound. She had obscenely trapped them, and now she was going to give them the thrill of their youthful lives. She was going to tease them until their young little cocks excitedly swelled to the bursting point inside their pants. Slowly, sensually, Sally Baxter's fingers descended from her breasts to the remaining three buttons of her blouse. She toyed with them tantalizingly for a long moment.

"Holy crap!" Jimmy gasped excitedly. "She's, she's…"

"Jesus, she's takin' her blouse off," Tom whispered in awe, watching her slowly pull it from her skirt. But the two pairs of youthful eyes were not the only ones focused on the salacious spectacle, for now every movement in the little grassy hollow was being recorded on film.

The movie camera whirred silently as Nestor Burns held it steadily in front of him in his prone position on the ground. Hell, this was real dynamite! He had merely expected the Baxter dame to lure those kids off somewhere in her car, but now she was going to do a regular strip act in broad daylight. Nestor could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the voluptuous blonde's hands slowly sliding up behind her back. Jesus, she was going to take her brassiere off!

At the same time Nestor Burns was peering through the viewfinder of his camera, the two young boys were holding their breath in amazement. Sally's curvaceous body wriggled, and she undid the tiny snaps, sliding down the shoulder straps to suddenly reveal the lusciously swelling flesh of her naked white breasts.