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The morning has yet to hit and already I feel heated while peering to the noise across the cul-de-sac, squinting being the only way to focus on the two strange folks I spot. " What appeared to be a very young child ran about on the old Taylor lawn. She was distant and gave off an hourglass silhouette through the blacktop’s eye-distorting heat vapor.
Both were watching the tedious unloading of a large moving van. Endlessly h—- , always curious and a naive virgin, I dressed in sporting shorts and a floppy white ball shirt. A few fast steps through the bottom floor of my parent’s house and the side door neared me. A dream come true — Standing on my front steps was "Live with Regis and Kathie Lee" co-host, Kathie Lee Gifford.
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.
(No nipple showed, sadly.) There was no way she could stop the shirt from blowing up, as she needed both hands to hold her son and electrical cord.
She just had to stand there and let us see her briefly flash bronzed skin. I stood on the steps to check out her buttocks wrapped in a sheer white/floral skirt that blew about too.
Her nasty gash being 1 1/4" deep & 1/2" wide, making it look well-f-u-c-k-e-d, because she’s definitely being well f-u-c-k-e-d…by Frank, perhaps her pool boy . She said, "Thanks, but treat me like any other neighbor, okay? Nervousness subsided during our chat until she blew me away, saying with an analytical expression, "Did you like the show? Horrified, my tube steak had stiffened — painfully at a 90-degree angle, it looked as if making a right-hand turn.
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.
It made a pup tent out the side of the flimsy shorts. Trying to keep her lovely eyes from looking down at the prominence became paramount.
The ample shaft bent 90-degress over my left thigh top. My pulsating dark c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d and green shorts became wet from dense, simmering p-r-e-c-u-m.
I paused shyly then yelled sheepishly, "…H-h-hello." I quivered as both came over.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating