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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 was my day to mow the lawn, plus, one week to go before my 15th birthday.

Sweat poured from my physique under 38-degree Colorado sunshine.

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…

Leaving the table was a crafty conduct, I had to guard the wet p-r-e-c-u-m pattern.

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.

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.

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.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 ran back to the table before my mounting hard-on presented itself.