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All events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older.
Barbara Starrett unfolded her lawn chair and sat down alone on the sideline. It was well before game time, and most of the other parents either hadn't arrived yet, or were away from the soccer field. Drunk Hot Sluts But Barbara's dirty little secret was that, since the boys on the team were beyond eighteen, she enjoyed watching them in their shorts and soccer shirts. While still quite young, most were athletically built, sort of boys in men's bodies.
Some of the boys were warming up, kicking the ball around directly in front of Barbara. A ball got away and rolled beyond the sideline where the tall brunette mother was sitting. Jeremy jogged over to retrieve it. Drunk Hot Sluts While Barbara was admiring Jeremy's slender build and square shoulders through her sunglasses, she noticed Jeremy staring at her, or rather at her body. Jeremy paused a little too long to get the ball, keeping his eyes on Barbara. When he finally jogged away, Barbara looked down. She realized that the right leg of her shorts was hanging open, and her white panty crotch could be seen by anyone standing in front of her. Her panties were pulled tight over her crotch, and a little tuft of her brown pubic hair stuck out the side. Drunk Hot Sluts Barbara felt her face go flush as she realized that the young man had likely been staring up her shorts. Again a ball got away, and Jeremy came to retrieve it. Instead of closing her legs, Barbara left them spread apart. Glancing sideways through her sunglasses, she saw the boy staring at her crotch from several feet away. She kept her eye on Jeremy, and saw him whisper something to Donny. Donny looked over at Barbara, and shortly after moved closer to the sideline. He, too, took a long look at Barbara's crotch.
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