"Jesus!" Tom exclaimed excitedly, his eager young cock swelling up like a small hardened spear inside his pants.

"Man, would you look at those tits!" the chubby boy croaked.

Sally reveled in the wickedly naked exposure of her breasts as she heard the excited little whisperings float up the hill. Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed at the two youths crouching in the grass below, their eyes heatedly fixed on her every move. Thank God, she thought, her headache was beginning to disappear, and soon it would be all gone.

Warm droplets of lust-secretions began to seep into the already passion-soaked silk of her panties, a signal that any minute she would soon be released from the nervous horror that had seized her. To build her trembling body toward the point of climax, she cupped the softly quivering mounds of her breasts with the palms of her hands and began to knead and squeeze them again, her thumbs teasing at the tiny bud-like nipples, tracing tiny aching circles around them.

Not in their wildest dreams had the two boys ever conjured a scene lice this… a strange, beautiful woman stripping and sensuously fondling herself right before their eyes!

"God, she's rubbin' 'em, she's rubbin' her tits," Jimmy hissed.

"Shut up, she'll hear us."

"Look at her now. Crap, she's spreadin' her legs apart."

Tremors of rapidly building lust sped through Sally's trembling body as the clandestine whispers grew louder and louder. In response, she lifted her knees up toward her nakedly exposed breasts, her daring short skirt riding up over her flaring hips to expose the glimmering whiteness of her little panties.

"Man, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna crawl further up and get a good look," Tom said.

"I'm right behind ya," Jimmy whispered, as his friend began to slide through the grass on his belly.

But even as they crawled stealthily toward her, the exhibitionistic young wife could follow their every move.