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I paused shyly then yelled sheepishly, "…H-h-hello." I quivered as both came over.My 5" boner snapped in palpitations under the boxer-type sport shorts that hung from my trim waist.I stumbled over my words but eventually welcomed Kathie Lee to the neighborhood.Mom sent me downstairs to grab an electrical extension cord. Gifford needed it for reasons not recalled because I was dumbfounded by her imposing appearance. It was a little breezy, and Kathie Lee’s cropped cotton shirt billowed up, exposing only the bottom underside curvature of her pert, tearddrop braless breast.All week, home designers came and went across the street, filling the home with costly furnishings.Another Saturday arrived, heat was the conversation of everyone still.
It became entangled within my frontal underwear opening and that entanglement stopped its upward advancement. Much like an unruly mushroom rising within manicured lawn, my pressurized c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d poked sideways.
She walked ladylike poised with courtly grace, young son hanging onto one hand.
My eyes were drawn first to her deep & dark c-u-n-t crack.
My Sweater-Meat "Kathie Lee Gifford" Fantasy By Dave D The fantasy fabrication you are about to read has me at age 14. A sweltering mid-August day begins nicely, intense heat progressively captured under the partially clouded yet bright morning sky.
The following is fabricated and "is" a fantasy I’ve had over, and over, and over…