All week, home designers came and went across the street, filling the home with costly furnishings.
(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.
I stumbled over my words but eventually welcomed Kathie Lee to the neighborhood.
Mom sent me downstairs to grab an electrical extension cord. Gifford needed it for reasons not recalled because I was dumbfounded by her imposing appearance. It was a little breezy, and Kathie Lee’s cropped cotton shirt billowed up, exposing only the bottom underside curvature of her pert, tearddrop braless breast.
The morning has yet to hit and already I feel heated while peering to the noise across the cul-de-sac, squinting being the only way to focus on the two strange folks I spot. " What appeared to be a very young child ran about on the old Taylor lawn. She was distant and gave off an hourglass silhouette through the blacktop’s eye-distorting heat vapor.
Both were watching the tedious unloading of a large moving van. Endlessly h—- , always curious and a naive virgin, I dressed in sporting shorts and a floppy white ball shirt. A few fast steps through the bottom floor of my parent’s house and the side door neared me. A dream come true — Standing on my front steps was "Live with Regis and Kathie Lee" co-host, Kathie Lee Gifford.
Because terrycloth is so thin, the center inseam is somewhat non-existent, doubly nestling the pink crotch material explicitly & graphically deep between meaty labia folds. Kathie Lee realized my intimidation and continued teasing, saying, "You know, last week?
Her t-i-t-i-l-l-a-t-i-n-g c-u-n-t crevasse equaled the depth of an ocean abyss. My eyes ended its sole c-u-n-t focus & brushed higher past her juicy t-i-t-s, so not to be caught looking. Additionally, I quickly mentioned I was a huge fan. " Embarrassingly I pleated, "I saw nothing." She knew I briefly viewed only a glimpse but acted as if I viewed more, wickedly smiling in silence.
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.