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.
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.
Kathie Lee and her family left later that day for New York, so to complete their move.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.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. Thirdly, shyness ruled my childhood, never dating back then thanks to intimidation.