I ran back to the table before my mounting hard-on presented itself.
I finished my soup in record time, hardly hearing any words my parents said about our new additions next door.
It was my day to mow the lawn, plus, one week to go before my 15th birthday.
Sweat poured from my physique under 38-degree Colorado sunshine.
She looked down and winked, noticing the prominence under taut material and the damp circle at its bulbous end. " "No, no," replied myself, "this wet spot’s from sweating.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.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…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.Leaving the table was a crafty conduct, I had to guard the wet p-r-e-c-u-m pattern.Kathie Lee and her family left later that day for New York, so to complete their move.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.