I roll outta bed and scratch my yielding balls, doing so as I raise my other hand to shield the bright rays from both weary eyes.
Chirping birds a plenty welcome me to the screened window.
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.
Just as I finished at , a flashy black 2-door Lincoln Continental pulled into the neighboring driveway.
First popped out the 23-month-old slowly, as they do, then the busty Gifford. I couldn’t hide fast enough before hearing, "Hi neighbor." She stood with one hand waving.
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.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.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.Quickly I nonchalantly cupped both hands off to the side of my bulging shorts, both knees weakened fast.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.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.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.