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.
It became entangled within my frontal underwear opening and that entanglement stopped its upward advancement. Much like an unruly mushroom rising within manicured lawn, my pressurized c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d poked sideways.
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.
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.