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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.
The fashionably fitted pink lace-up terrycloth shorts left nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination, molding to her like second skin.
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.
Summer heat made Kathie Lee dress for comfort – Barefoot & braless, her 5’ 8" frame hung clothes like never witnessed before.
Every step towards me seemed drawn out, almost surreal.
Quickly I nonchalantly cupped both hands off to the side of my bulging shorts, both knees weakened fast.
She looked down and winked, noticing the prominence under taut material and the damp circle at its bulbous end. " "No, no," replied myself, "this wet spot’s from sweating.
It was my day to mow the lawn, plus, one week to go before my 15th birthday.