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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… 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.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.
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.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.(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 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.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.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.