She walked ladylike poised with courtly grace, young son hanging onto one hand.
My eyes were drawn first to her deep & dark c-u-n-t crack.
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.
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.
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… Thirdly, shyness ruled my childhood, never dating back then thanks to intimidation. Sexual inexperience on my part heightened the desire for women who f-u-c-k like WHORES, and look the part, nothing less.(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.Just as I finished at , a flashy black 2-door Lincoln Continental pulled into the neighboring driveway.