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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.

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…

Quickly I nonchalantly cupped both hands off to the side of my bulging shorts, both knees weakened fast.

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

The fashionably fitted pink lace-up terrycloth shorts left nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination, molding to her like second skin.

Very, very prominent were the outline ridges of large, jagged p-u-s-s-y lips.

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.

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.

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