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so she knew he could see her all.  Her asshole was plainly visible, as was her meaty cunt and her fingers as she slowly, gloriously slid them in and out of her pussy lips and deep into herself.
        She spread her pussy wide with her fingers so her quiet observer could see her pink fleshy tunnel as she slid her index finger into herself again and again.
        Her back was arched now and her ass high in the air as with her eyes still closed she fingered her swollen, sweaty and greasy fuck tunnel.  Forgetting he was even there as she got more and more excited and caught up in her actions, she bruised her knees on the hard flagstones as she used the flats of her fingers to rub herself harder and harder.  The generated heat and pussy juice that spilled down her wrist as she felt her blood engorged nipples brush the hard stone under her towel as she rocked back and forth pleasurably.
        Low moans escaped her throat as her excitement got the best of her.  Her eyes were still tightly shut, and deep inside she knew that the boy who was still a virgin standing over her, was seeing a sight that he’d only fantasized about in his wildest dreams at this point. 
        Jeff indeed had never seen anything so wonderful in all his life, and had never thought he would.  This angel in front of him was sweating buck-naked and actually doing herself right here in broad daylight as he watched!  He’d never even had fantasies this good, and he’d had a lot of fantasies up to this point.
        His cock stretched the crotch of his jeans and he rubbed it through the fabric of his jeans until he came with a low moan as Stacey squealed in pleasure and came all over her own hand.
        Then with her ass still high in the air and trembling with uncontrolled energy and her open gash visibly dripping cunt juice down her thighs, she casually opened her eyes and looked him square in the face.
        “Do you want to try touching me like this?”
        Jeff was too numb to respond verbally and only after his throat clicked dryly in a couple of attempts, did he give up and nod shyly.
        Stacey smiled, “Okay baby, kneel down behind me.”  She watched as uncertainly he did so.  It was clear he wanted to meet her eyes, act cool, anything but drool over her naked ass high in the air.
        Doing so was beyond his control however, and his eyes were riveted on her meaty pussy lips and sweaty ass as he kneeled inches away from her.  He was almost touching her but afraid to do so for fear she’d laugh at him or disappear and this would all just be a cruel dream.
        His eyes traveled hungrily over her slim waist down the curve of her spine to her shoulders and her plentiful breasts still mostly hidden beneath her sides, but also partially visible flattened out against the towel.
        Smiling understandingly Stacey held out the hand she had been using in her pussy and said softly, gently, "Give me the back of your hand.”
        Jeff moved as though he was in a dream, unbelieving this was happening to him as he hesitantly put his hand in hers.  She smiled at him again and his heart leapt at the understanding in the smile.
        She gently took his hand and moved it up.  Her juice was sticky on the back of his hand and his legs trembled under him.  His penis was rock hard again Stacey noticed by looking at his jeans.  His crotch was darker where his cum had stained wet through his underwear and she licked her lips with anticipation, but she forced herself to go slowly.
        When she placed his palm firmly over her meaty lips he moaned uncontrollably as he felt the juicy sweetness, the meaty folds under his fingers and her response to his touch when she moaned somewhat theatrically for him.
        “Now gently rub me,” she instructed him, and with his hand in the palm of her hand, she started to guide him back and forth across her slit, “When you want to make a woman cum you just have to rub her like