Because terrycloth is so thin, the center inseam is somewhat non-existent, doubly nestling the pink crotch material explicitly & graphically deep between meaty labia folds. Kathie Lee realized my intimidation and continued teasing, saying, "You know, last week?
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.
Summer heat made Kathie Lee dress for comfort – Barefoot & braless, her 5’ 8" frame hung clothes like never witnessed before.
The ample shaft bent 90-degress over my left thigh top. My pulsating dark c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d and green shorts became wet from dense, simmering p-r-e-c-u-m.
(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 fashionably fitted pink lace-up terrycloth shorts left nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination, molding to her like second skin.
Very, very prominent were the outline ridges of large, jagged p-u-s-s-y lips.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.