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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.

Just when positioning myself behind the wooden barrier, eyeing up the knothole, the neighbours went indoors. Model car building occupied my mind when I went indoors thereafter. This was my time consumer as every friend was on some sort of weekend trip. My parents & I were eating lunch when the doorbell rang. Minutes passed, voices still carried from the front entrance. Mom noticed my arrival behind the opened door, stopping mid-sentence to introduce me to the person outside. "We need a secluded summer home away from New York," Kathie Lee explained.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

(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.

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