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She walked ladylike poised with courtly grace, young son hanging onto one hand.
My eyes were drawn first to her deep & dark c-u-n-t crack.
Her nasty gash being 1 1/4" deep & 1/2" wide, making it look well-f-u-c-k-e-d, because she’s definitely being well f-u-c-k-e-d…by Frank, perhaps her pool boy . She said, "Thanks, but treat me like any other neighbor, okay? Nervousness subsided during our chat until she blew me away, saying with an analytical expression, "Did you like the show? Horrified, my tube steak had stiffened — painfully at a 90-degree angle, it looked as if making a right-hand turn.
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.
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.
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.
Thirdly, shyness ruled my childhood, never dating back then thanks to intimidation.
Sexual inexperience on my part heightened the desire for women who f-u-c-k like WHORES, and look the part, nothing less.