Just as I finished at , a flashy black 2-door Lincoln Continental pulled into the neighboring driveway.First popped out the 23-month-old slowly, as they do, then the busty Gifford. I couldn’t hide fast enough before hearing, "Hi neighbor." She stood with one hand waving.All week, home designers came and went across the street, filling the home with costly furnishings.
Sweat poured from my physique under 38-degree Colorado sunshine.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. 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.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…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.