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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.
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.
I paused shyly then yelled sheepishly, "…H-h-hello." I quivered as both came over.
My 5" boner snapped in palpitations under the boxer-type sport shorts that hung from my trim waist.
(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.
Kathie Lee and her family left later that day for New York, so to complete their move.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. 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.