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 ran back to the table before my mounting hard-on presented itself.
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.
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.
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.
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 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…
Wooden fencing around my home allowed me to spy on any neighbour and this posed opportunity to do the same to the new ones. She & Frank and her 23-month-old son bought the spacious home across from ours.