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Just when positioning myself behind the wooden barrier, eyeing up the knothole, the neighbours went indoors. Model car building occupied my mind when I went indoors thereafter. This was my time consumer as every friend was on some sort of weekend trip. My parents & I were eating lunch when the doorbell rang. Minutes passed, voices still carried from the front entrance. Mom noticed my arrival behind the opened door, stopping mid-sentence to introduce me to the person outside. "We need a secluded summer home away from New York," Kathie Lee explained.

My eyes were drawn first to her deep & dark c-u-n-t crack.

The fashionably fitted pink lace-up terrycloth shorts left nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination, molding to her like second skin.

Sexual inexperience on my part heightened the desire for women who f-u-c-k like WHORES, and look the part, nothing less.

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.

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.

Another Saturday arrived, heat was the conversation of everyone still.

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

So, take a stroll down memory lane to remember all of our past Word of the Year selections.

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.

My 5" boner snapped in palpitations under the boxer-type sport shorts that hung from my trim waist.