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.I paused shyly then yelled sheepishly, "…H-h-hello." I quivered as both came over.
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.
Just as I finished at , a flashy black 2-door Lincoln Continental pulled into the neighboring driveway.
First popped out the 23-month-old slowly, as they do, then the busty Gifford. I couldn’t hide fast enough before hearing, "Hi neighbor." She stood with one hand waving.
(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.