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.
Sweat poured from my physique under 38-degree Colorado sunshine.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.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.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.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.