(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 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.
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.The morning has yet to hit and already I feel heated while peering to the noise across the cul-de-sac, squinting being the only way to focus on the two strange folks I spot. " What appeared to be a very young child ran about on the old Taylor lawn. She was distant and gave off an hourglass silhouette through the blacktop’s eye-distorting heat vapor.Both were watching the tedious unloading of a large moving van. Endlessly h—- , always curious and a naive virgin, I dressed in sporting shorts and a floppy white ball shirt. A few fast steps through the bottom floor of my parent’s house and the side door neared me. A dream come true — Standing on my front steps was "Live with Regis and Kathie Lee" co-host, Kathie Lee Gifford.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.