Letting the car slow to a crawl, Ann rolled down the Street and took in the sights. Her car attracted the attention of nearly everyone in sight, and as they stared at her, she stared back. There seemed to be a fair ratio of young men among the crowd on the sidewalks, and Ann was getting more interested by the minute. A few of the kids whistled and called out to her. The sound was music in her ears. As long as she could elicit those sorts of responses, she felt great, and, at thirty-six, she planned to be in shape to keep those whistles and yells coming for a long time.

She pulled the Jag into a parking spot and turned off the purring engine. Some of the kids who had watched her cruise down the street were walking towards her now, and when she swung her shapely legs from the car, there was a group standing on the opposite side of the street, ready to appreciate the view.

As she stood up, the coal air slid up her mini-skirt, along with the group of boys. Her tits bounced with, her movement, then settled into their perky position on her chest.

"Hey, honey, come over here!" one of the boys yelled. "What a body," said another. There were

other comments that Ann couldn't catch, and a whole chorus of whistles and cries.

Ann looked at the group for a second with a friendly expression on her pretty face, then started walking down the sidewalk. As she walked, she felt the weight of her tits as they bobbed up and down with every step. The fabric of her skirt slid over her swiveling, hips and ass as she exaggerated the motion of her swaying stride.

The group of boys followed her down the street and was joined by more and more horny young kids, who added their voices to the taunting din. Although they were at least twenty feet behind her, Ann could feel their desire on her body. The farce of their staring eyes wrapped around her legs mid crept towards her crotch. Her cunt was leaking again, as if they actually had their hands on her.