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.
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.
Her nasty gash being 1 1/4" deep & 1/2" wide, making it look well-f-u-c-k-e-d, because she’s definitely being well f-u-c-k-e-d…by Frank, perhaps her pool boy . She said, "Thanks, but treat me like any other neighbor, okay? Nervousness subsided during our chat until she blew me away, saying with an analytical expression, "Did you like the show? Horrified, my tube steak had stiffened — painfully at a 90-degree angle, it looked as if making a right-hand turn.
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.
(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.
Her t-i-t-i-l-l-a-t-i-n-g c-u-n-t crevasse equaled the depth of an ocean abyss. My eyes ended its sole c-u-n-t focus & brushed higher past her juicy t-i-t-s, so not to be caught looking. Additionally, I quickly mentioned I was a huge fan. " Embarrassingly I pleated, "I saw nothing." She knew I briefly viewed only a glimpse but acted as if I viewed more, wickedly smiling in silence.
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.
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.