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The fashionably fitted pink lace-up terrycloth shorts left nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination, molding to her like second skin.Very, very prominent were the outline ridges of large, jagged p-u-s-s-y lips.
My 5" boner snapped in palpitations under the boxer-type sport shorts that hung from my trim waist.I roll outta bed and scratch my yielding balls, doing so as I raise my other hand to shield the bright rays from both weary eyes.Chirping birds a plenty welcome me to the screened window.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… Thirdly, shyness ruled my childhood, never dating back then thanks to intimidation.
Sexual inexperience on my part heightened the desire for women who f-u-c-k like WHORES, and look the part, nothing less.
Summer heat made Kathie Lee dress for comfort – Barefoot & braless, her 5’ 8" frame hung clothes like never witnessed before.
Every step towards me seemed drawn out, almost surreal.
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.
She walked ladylike poised with courtly grace, young son hanging onto one hand.