-Two Months Later-

St. John Dawes stood on the parking lot 's look porch in the waning light of day, trying to summon the courage to knock.

For workweek he had avoided them. After Mary-Ann and Rhonda had told him to go and encounter a lady friend, so he could be in a family relationship instead of fucking around with his neighbour, melancholy, and then outright depession had come over him like a fog. He knew he had caught feelings after having sex with them and attempting to help them gestate, so he had tried to discount his neighbor so that these feelings would go away. Twice during these preceding eight weeks or so, they had knocked at his door, and twice he had ignored them, just hoping that they would go away. He knew in his depression that he very well may have complicated their own relationship by getting involved, and thought he was doing them all a party favour by being unreachable.

But the sadness had grown.

By becoming better-than-friends with the Parks, he had gotten a predilection of the home life story, an established household, witnessed a healthy kinship, became inner with two uniquely beautiful women, and left a piece of himself inside each of them. There was n't zilch to all of that, and now he had decided to pull down his bulwark that he had erected between him and them, and see if they would lower their own. He did n't have intercourse what he wanted, all he knew was that sprightliness had become dark for him, and it had all started when he cut the parkland from his aliveness. So, he swallowed his pride, returned to their house…

And knocked.

After waiting longer than he thought was usual, even considering the hour, he was about to either bang again or run domicile as fast as he could, when the mantle in the window brushed aside and then fell back into position, a hand and face briefly seen. Then, the front threshold opened.

Mary-Ann stood in the doorway for a second, dressed simply in a jersey and sweatpants, blonde hairsbreadth tied back and with minimal make-up looking as though she doubted her horse sense. Then she ran into his limb before he could say a word, her arms wrapping around his midsection.

This was not what he expected, by any stretching. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the light cleaning lady warmly in income tax return, the leading edge of his disconsolate internal clouds began to lighten and move back.

'' John Lackland ? ''

Rhonda came through the doorway too, equally casual in her appearance, a livid frown on her side, but seeing her wife locked onto him, she twisted her fount until the frown lessened, then stepped forward and hugged the both of them.

King John got one arm free and put it around Rhonda, their faces close, their eye locked for a second before they laid their heads against each other.

'' Let 's go inside, '' said Rhonda, tapping each of them on the shoulders before disengaging from them and stepping aside to hold the door. Mary-Ann quickly turned to manoeuvre inside, but John caught the sight of a tear running down her cheek.

This is not how he expected the reunion to go.

After Rhonda shut the doorway, she rounded on John ; her frown was back, and her fists clenched.

'' How do you get off just abandoning us like that ? '' she yelled.

This is how john thought it was going to go.

'' Rhonda, please, '' Mary-Ann pleaded from the sofa, where she was drying her bout. Rhonda waved her hand at her wife in sack, but she brought her volume down to normal horizontal surface despite the incisive edge never leaving her voice.

'' Impregnate my wife and then ghostwrite us, I should accept expected that from a young guy, not to be friendly with his neighbors who never treated him any way but well. explain yourself. ``

King John had looked up after Rhonda lowered her representative, his oral fissure opening in realization before he looked over at Mary-Ann.

'' You 're pregnant ? '' he asked.

The shapely Mary-Ann smiled a smile that cut right through the tear she had just dried, and nodded.

His low was suddenly cleaved in two. He was a father ! A grin crossed his face and he wanted to leap for joy, and burst into song.

Even Rhonda could n't keep the smile from overwhelming her frown, and she followed John to the couch where they both sat to either side of Mary-Ann.

'' I never doubted it would knead, '' Mary-Ann said, her heart shining, `` ever since we met and got close, I knew I would be having your kid. Such a virile young man, there was no way it was n't going to work. ``

'' Except in my case, '' Rhonda said, her wry smile reappearing. At Gospel According to John 's inquisitive glimpse, she explained that she had n't gotten pregnant from the half a encumbrance Gospel According to John had left in her the last sentence they had been all here in the house.

'' That 's sanction though, one pregnancy in the house at a metre is going to be mass, '' Rhonda said, squeezing her married woman 's leg.

Saint John nodded, read, and happy as a dollar bill. Rhonda 's look darkened a little as she leaned forward.

'' How about you explain yourself ? ``

So John explained how demoralize he had been after leaving them at their behest after having slept with them and shared their life for a mates of weeks straight. Before that he had had no proper experience with a woman, much less two, and what a human relationship could imply. Him meeting them and getting close to them radiate a spark on what he had always been missing.

'' That 's why I got depressed when I left. I thought that ignoring you would wee-wee my heartache go away, but it just made it worse. But now, it 's like I 'm back where I belong. I missed you. It 's almost like… ''

He caught himself before he went any further. His mind had been exploring again now that his depression had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really lie with what making love is, so he was reluctant to say anything about it.

'' Like what ? '' Mary-Ann asked, her middle fixed on John's.

John Lackland was n't about to acknowledge his supposed 'love', so he said something equally as truthful.

'' It 's like I never left. ``

He turned to Rhonda, `` I know that feeling bad about things was no alibi for just ignoring you both. I 'm sad. ``

She was watching him, and she accepted his Holy Writ with a nod.

'' I know how it feels, being overwhelmed by something, '' she said, `` I forgive you. ``

'' It 's just that all this was such a wild first time for me. I 've been in chartless district ever since I met you both and I 've been variety of doing what sounds mightily at the consequence. ``

'' We understand, '' Mary-Ann said graciously, pulling him into another hug, `` whatever happened, we are both gladiolus to have you back in our lives, whatever that may look like. ``

As they pulled apart, John Lackland 's thoughts were pulled back to scale, where he considered the future again.

'' Although I do n't really recognize what we do now, '' he said uncertainly.

'' I have an idea. ``

Mary-Ann and King John both looked at Rhonda as she spoke. She turned from her thoughtful pose to look at John.

'' Could you excuse us for a moment John ? I want to sing to Mary-Ann for a moment. ``

John nodded, uncertain his own self, and let himself out their backdoor into the garden. He marveled at the oeuvre Mary-Ann had done with her planter and game, flowers and veggie growing profusely. He had always loved being amongst a lot of plants, and the Park 's backyard always scratched that scabies for him. Another thing he had missed.

'' Okay toilet, you can come back now, '' Rhonda held the door for him as he returned.

'' So what 's the big approximation ? '' he asked, seeing bright faces on both women as he came inside.

'' Will you go out with us ? '' Mary-Ann asked him.

'' Uh, where are you going ? '' john asked cluelessly.

Both girls laughed at that, although he did n't know why it was funny at first.

'' We want you to date us, John ! '' Mary-Ann said.

John had never thought it a possibility, so it had never entered his creative thinker.

'' I would date… both of you at the same clip ? ``

'' That 's the theme, '' Rhonda said, `` if you 're onboard. ``

John the Evangelist looked between the different expression of promise on the two dissimilar charwoman 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her feet in expectation, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's only betrayal of excitement was her eyebrows sitting in high spirits on her face than they usually do.

Saint John the Apostle had never considered dating two hoi polloi at the same time before, but this was a special subject. Two cover girl adult female were inviting him into their life story. Since he had never been in a relationship before, he decided to run with it, since he knew them so well already. The eternal sleep he would figure out along the way.

'' Yeah I 'll date you ! '' he said.

Mary-Ann squealed with happiness and ran into his blazonry, lifting her nerve so she could see him.

'' Oh I 'm so well-chosen, this is going to be pure ! '' she said as he wrapped his limb around her. Rhonda stepped up with a shadow of seriousness on her face.

'' No more concealment, bathroom. If you 've got a concern, percentage it with us. Communication is key. Saami goes for us, okay Mary-Ann ? ``

Each appendage of the triple nodded sagely to each early, promising to tear together.

'' Good, '' Rhonda said, stepping back and hooking her thumb into her pants, unfastening the clit and zipper before shimmying her lose weight articulatio coxae out of them, `` I say we start where we left off. ``

Both John and Mary-Ann felt their call down drop cloth as Rhonda stepped out of her pool of pants, grasping the hem of her shirt. Mary-Ann looked back up at John Lackland and giggled, feeling something splash in his pants.

'' We were in the middle of getting busy when you knocked, '' Mary-Ann said with a coy smiling, `` I 'm sanction with picking things back up from where they were if you both are. ``

There was no hesitation : it all of a sudden became a slipstream to see who could hitch up to Rhonda 's nudity. John won, but only because Mary-Ann tripped and fell on the couch in her haste, laughing at her stiffness. Rhonda, after freeing her breasts, pulled John over to the sofa and bade him sit as Mary-Ann finally freed herself from her pants.

John was at wide-cut attention as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda sucking on her fingers and rub them between her pussy lip, adding to the dampness that was already there. She glanced over at her wife as Mary-Ann finally got completely naked.

'' Is n't that a squeamish shaft, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her finger made slight R-2 on her pussy, her pegleg parted so her fingers could access herself. lavatory used his thumb to shore up his appendage as the ladies admired him.

'' Yeah it is, '' Mary-Ann said, her own hands wandering over her organic structure, `` not too big, and definitely not too small ! ``

'' Definitely not, '' Rhonda breathed, her breath hitching as she played with herself, her eyes hooded with memory.

'' You should come sit on it, Rhon, '' lav suggested, `` concluding time it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to consider, then she paced forward and climbed atop his pelvic girdle, using her pussy to snare his cock against his lower belly. lav ran his hired hand up her modulate thighs as she slid him against her entrance.

'' Ooo, I get a display ! '' Mary-Ann turned sideways on the lounge, so that she could watch without craning her neck.

Rhonda leaned forward with a hand on John the Evangelist 's cheek, and kissed him, passionately on the lips as she ground her lady-parts against his hard rod. John kissed her spine, wrapping his weaponry around her torso as they embraced. After some intense natural language action, Rhonda tore away from him with a gasp and a moan, her eyes clouded over with pleasure.

Reaching between them, She grasped his now-slick fellow member, lifted her articulatio coxae so that he angled into her, and pressed his glans against her labia, which stretched apart to admit his entree.

'' Just do n't cum in my vag, okay ? '' she asked John, sliding his cock-head slightly into and out of her pussy.

John agreed, wondering slightly at her change of head from last metre. She teased him a dyad more times, then used her hip to tug him in, her satiny vaginal flesh stretching to fit his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her solid pussy sheathing his dick, and sat up straight, her hands leaving his articulatio humeri as she arched her back in a stretch. Rhonda grinned as she looked down at John, who was struck by the bm of her eubstance on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her hips to rock back and Forth on him, changing the angle at which his tool was stuck in her, `` meant to say undecomposed work with this thing last prison term, '' she squeezed him with her vag, `` you got my wife pregnant no problem. ``

She leaned forward again, so her grimace was close to his and nibbled on his ear, `` You 're jolly potent, big boy, '' she said breathily.

John groaned at her praise, before replying.

'' There 's more than where that came from, Mrs. Park, '' he said meaningfully, glancing down at where their crotches conjoined.

He heard a groan next to him ; looking over he saw Mary-Ann with a oversupply pussy, three fingers deep and her brass intent as she watched them.

Rhonda hummed at the visual modality of her wife working herself toward orgasm.

'' You like what you see baby ? '' Rhonda asked her, arching her back again and groping her own tits as she bit her lip. Mary-Ann nodded, her fingers now massaging the figure around her clit, her coxa rolling in motive. Rhonda stared at her wife for a mo as she posed for her, then she turned back to John.

'' I 'll be right back, '' she said, then lifted herself off of him, his tricksy prick slapping against his stomach as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's second joint, replacing her hired hand with her mouth. On her knee away from him, John saw her cunning pussy lips sitting between her upper second joint and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from behind. Before his considerations were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning racket, which culminated in a surprisingly soft narrow escape. He watched her feet flex and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

LE than 30 seconds had passed since Rhonda had dismounted him. John watched as a single drop of cunt succus leaked from between Rhonda 's labia and ran down her leg.

With a final smack of lips on lips, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's crotch and wiped some of her juice from her face. Mary-Ann lay prone, eyes fluttering and chest heaving in the backwash of her brawny coming. lav glanced between the two.

'' Someday you ought to learn me how to do that, '' he said to Rhonda as she eyed his prick, some of Mary-Ann 's lube still streaking her face.

'' I 'd be glad to, '' she said, her heart still pinned to his shiny prick. He pushed his quarter round at the base again, making it bear straight up.

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his putz founder back and forward invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this sentence, awkwardly lining herself up with his putz and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a dead scoffing breath. She leaned forward on her genu and squatted up and down on him, a few inches of his shaft appearing and reappearing each sentence. John loved watching her plastered bottom buttock ripple each time her chassis impacted his own, and it was n't long before his balls began to churn.

'' Ugh, Rhon your pussy is making me cum ! '' he gritted out.

At first, it looked as though she was going to ride the cum out of him, but after a 2nd, she stiffened, and stood up off of his cock, turning around just in time to see his semen leap out of him, his starting time packet flying a metre into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the chopper wads fly through the air and earth back on whoremonger 's breadbasket and chest. John expended himself and laid there panting, pleasance swirling through his brain.

'' God that was so hot, '' Mary-Ann breathed. John looked at her to see her fingers in her slit again, staring at the good deal on his torso. He reached over and grasped her leg, squeezing her as he caught his breath.

Rhonda glancing between the two with a self-complacent smile on her expression, admiring her handiwork.

'' You should clean up the pickle he made, Mary-Ann, '' Rhonda said, gesturing to whoremonger 's splattered stomach.

'' Okay ! '' Mary-Ann said cutely, rolling around so she sat on the sharpness of the couch, and leaned over john to lick up his cum. Her lingua was flaccid but business firm against his cutis, and she soon had the lot of it cleaned off of him, smacking her lips as she swallowed his seed.

'' There 's still some on his hawkshaw, '' Rhonda said, her fingers in her bush as she watched her wife do her bidding.

'' Mmm, '' Mary-Ann said, lifting his half-hard putz with one handwriting and sucked it into her mouth. John hummed as her clapper swirled around him, scouring every foursquare millimeter of his silky hide.

'' You taste good on him, Rhon, '' Mary-Ann murmured, glancing at her wife, who had a finger in her vag as she watched.

'' Oooh, '' toilet said, feeling his dick harden in her backtalk, `` I do n't think I 'm quite done yet. ``

'' Neither am I, '' Rhonda said, flimsy moist auditory sensation coming from her crotch.

John 's cleaned and re-erected pecker popped from Mary-Ann 's oral fissure, and she got to her metrical foot, offering her hand to John.

'' Come to our bed, John, '' she said with an inviting smile, her eye glittering happily.

'' Do n't heed if I do ! '' he said, taking hand and allowing himself to be led into their sleeping accommodation. Mary-Ann immediately sprawled on the bed, Rhonda crawling onto one side of her so that she could plant kisses on her lips from over top.

Rhonda 's ass, slightly skinnier than Mary-Ann 's, was overt to him and easily approachable, so John took that as an invite to issue forth round and get his dick in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her sylphlike ass with both handwriting, his prick press against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking noise and turned as she sat up, putting a hand on John 's thorax with just enough pressing to put a groundwork of space between him and her.

'' Whoa there, big boy, '' she said as his hands fell from her ass, `` Mary-Ann might like it from behind, but I do n't, O.K. ? ``

trick blinked, he had n't anticipated that, `` Okay, sorry, I wo n't. ``

Rhonda was already nodding, `` It 's alright, it 's just- well, so far it 's been straightforward : I 'm the top- ''

'' And I 'm the backside ! '' Mary-Ann said cheerfully, gyrating her hips with a fingernail between her teeth.

'' And she 's the bottom, '' Rhonda agreed, shifting her exercising weight to kneel on the bed side by side to her wife and smiling fondly down at her before returning her gaze to John.

'' It had woked for us so far. We 're going to make to figure out where you fit in. '' Rhonda mused.

toilet shrugged, `` Well, we already made a little procession : no fucking you from behind ! ``

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her hand on his arm, her eyes adamant, but solemn and tidal bore, `` We 'll talk about all this in the morning, O.K. ? ``

Saint John nodded in agreement, then did a double-take, `` In the cockcrow ? ``

Mary-Ann sat up next to her married woman and nodded, `` Yeah, sleep with us tonight ! I 'll make you breakfast in the morning and we can talk about everything ! ``

The two women seemed to be on the same wavelength, so John agreed whole-heartedly.

'' Yay ! '' Mary-Ann cheered before getting on all quaternity and crawling toward John like a rapacious cat. During the conversation, trick had lost part of his boner, and Mary-Ann slipped it into her mouth again and began sucking.

'' Ahh…, '' John the Evangelist sighed as Mary-Ann 's silky tongue embraced the head of his cock in her mouthpiece. He laced his fingerbreadth behind his head and enjoyed the blowjob, looking down at Mary-Ann 's full cordate ass sticking up in the air as she attended to him.

Rhonda had come over and stood beside him, and softly ran her hand up his bare chest, her breasts pressing against his rib cage, her eyes staring at him intensely. John the Divine brought his sleeve down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's shoulders as she leaned in to kiss him, and his early hand grasped her mind behind her ear.

For a moment, John lost the musical passage of clock time. One fair sex was sucking on his peter and playing with his Lucille Ball, the other was making odoriferous business firm dear to his mouth. It was like he was in heaven, but the sensation got hard and unassailable as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's lips, both of them gasping for breathing place. Her eyes were sightless, as affect Rhonda was in their kiss, and she blinked slowly as she came back.

'' I 've got to fuck someone, '' he said, the words coming from the core of his being.

His dick left Mary-Ann 's mouth with a loud pop and she got off her knees in a haste, pushing her legs to either side of him and presenting her pussy to him.

'' Me ! '' she said, wiping her expectoration from her mouth with a grin.

It took no more encouragement than that for John to diffuse the woman below him, watching his glans be swallowed up by her labia, and sliding in as far as he could as they both groaned in concert. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed to back him, looking into Mary-Ann 's pleading heart as he worked himself slowly in and out of her pussy.

'' So, how careful do I give birth to be ? '' he asked, her silky pussy clasping him tightly as he moved inside it.

'' What, because I 'm pregnant ? '' Mary-Ann asked, `` This early on, no more than common, '' she replied, slowly eye blink as she slowly set one heel after another up on the minor of John 's back and lacing her digit together behind his neck.

So he began to increase the stop number and strong point of his thrusts, experimenting with rhythm and deepness until he found a compounding of all gene that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry eyes peering at him from beneath furrowed hilltop. For a couple minutes he kept it up, pistoning inside her, sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's response : she finally gasped, her oculus all-embracing, and shoved a hand between their physical structure and rubbed her button. Her orgasm explosion within her, making her wooden leg handshake and a shuddering moan escape her throat.

John 's brawn were burning and his lungs heave, so he slowed down to pick up his breather, his objective achieved. The magic spell slowly passed, and Mary-Ann slowly returned to wakefulness.

'' Wow, that was a big one, '' she said, her chest heaving as she breathed deep.

'' Yesss that was hot as shag, '' Rhonda breathed from next to them.

They both looked over and saw her frigging herself like there was no tomorrow, matching rivulets of twat juice running down her legs.

'' You should sit on my face… '' Mary-Ann said to her wife, reaching toward her with one hand.

'' Here, '' John said, extracting his piston from her sopping cylinder, and backing up off the bed until he stood where he had been before mounting Mary-Ann, and pulled her to the sharpness of the bed.

Rhonda quickly knee walked over top of Mary-Ann 's face, facing whoremaster, and put her kitty in her mouth : slurping sounds were immediately heard. John sank his tool into Mary-Ann again, but did n't make it more than a few strokes before-

'' Ahh, AH, UNGGHHH, '' Rhonda vocalized, her own climax quickly culminating under her wife 's charge. Her body grew rigid and vibrated slightly, her chin lowered to her chest as the pleasure coursed through her. Gospel According to John leaned forward and lifted her top dog up, and saw the most vulnerable reflection on Rhonda 's face, expressing love, lecherousness, and outlet as she stared at him.

He kissed her and she whimpered into his mouth as she returned it. John kept one hand on Mary-Ann 's hip as he slow-fucked her, and brought the former hand to Rhonda 's bosom and kneaded it while they kissed.

'' Have I ever told you, '' he murmured between kiss, `` that I love your tits ? ``

'' No, you have n't '' Rhonda said, breathing into his mouth.

More kisses, then, `` Can I suck on them after I cum in your married woman ? ``

She nodded breathlessly, `` Yes, you can ! ``

From below, muffled, they heard, `` I get his cum ? sang-froid ! ``

Both Rhonda and trick laughed at that. John used the stroking that worked for him, stimulating his variety meat to raise his source. His face must have betrayed his impending coming, because Rhonda spoke at that second, her own face slightly distracted because of her wife 's knife in her pussy.

'' Cum for me, trick, '' Rhonda said firmly as she leaned toward him, her face and chest flushed, `` cum for us ! ``

St. John the Apostle pushed all the way into Mary-Ann and came, grinding his genitals against hers in a primal attempt to get further into her. His eye dropped away from Rhonda 's and closed as he orgasmed hard, shooting shot after shot of ejaculate inside Mary-Ann.

'' Ahhh… Oh ! Ugh ! '' Mary-Ann grunted underneath Rhonda at each cramp as can laid bursts of his cum inside her pussy, which pooled outside her pregnant cervix.

Rhonda reached out and pulled John to her chest as his moan turned to deep breathing spell, his back talk finding one of her nipples.

'' estimable boy, '' Rhonda breathed, little dynamism zapping through her body as he suckled her breast. Her arms wrapped around him comfortingly as they rode out the post-orgasmic waves.

Mary-Ann wiggled her hips underneath John as he slowly pulled out of her, and Rhonda dismounted her wife 's face, which was streaked with fluids.

'' Mmm, I missed that feeling, '' Mary-Ann said, a glob of John 's seminal fluid leaking out of her. With a groan of crusade she got up and cupped her hand to her crotch, waddling into the bathroom to fend off making a muss.

They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to get make to go to catch some Z's. John was awkward at first, he had never slept in bed with a woman before, much less two, and the wives noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't worry John, it 'll be cozy ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the covers and getting under them. She wore a gown that was more housecoat than nightclothes, making his cock twitch, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll have both of us to cuddle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the eye of the bed. She wore merely step-in and a tee shirt to bed, which was just as hot to Saint John the Apostle as Mary-Ann 's neglige.

'' You want me between you ? '' he asked, slowly sliding into the bed.

'' We 'll reach it a shot, see how it works, '' Rhonda said, sliding in after him.

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning close and planting a soft kiss on his lips, `` have a good night, whoremaster ! ``

Rhonda kissed him too, and then leaned over him to snog her married woman, then turned out the lights. In the darkness, they both came close to him under the covers, entwining their branch with his, experimenting, giggling like teenagers.

whoremonger felt quite receive and well-fixed, playing under the natural covering like a kid again, and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

'' Well death clip you seemed like you did. ``

'' I changed my idea. ``

'' Just like that ? I hope it was n't because of me ! ``

'' Well, yes it was ! If we are both pregnant at the same prison term it 'll be that much more of a burden on us all, him included. ``

'' So you changed your idea about the altogether affair just because we might be fraught at the Sami sentence ? ``

An aggravate sigh came after that. trick came slowly back to cognisance in the midst of these whispered phonation, his centre opening and closing several fourth dimension before being able-bodied to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the same clip ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his rear and propped himself up on his elbows. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the foot of the bed, with serious verbalism on their faces as they turned to look at him.

'' Well, '' Mary-Ann said pointedly, `` I think I 'll go put some chocolate on, '' and quickly strode out of the room.

Rhonda opened her sass as though to resist, but clamped it shut and sighed.

'' What 's wrong ? '' John asked her.

Rhonda looked back at him, her manifestation neutral, then climbed back up the bed and sat near him with her branch crossed, her Patrick Victor Martindale White T-shirt riding up to let out her whiten cotton pantie covering her pussy.

'' If we 're going to be dating, there are going to be some rules in the sleeping accommodation. ``

John nodded, `` Yeah, I 'm not going to take aim you from behind, like you said end night. ``

'' There 's more, '' Rhonda said, her eyes darting around, `` no missionary, and none of that porn stuff that makes the woman submit. I 've been the top in this star sign since we bought it, and just because I 'm letting you penetrate me does n't think of you 're the 'man of the house'. ``

Her tone had become acuate, and can looked at her with alarm. Her expression immediately softened and she reached out to lay her mitt on his arm.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing, John, I did n't signify to crack at you. These are just matter that are bugging me and I 'm not about to be taken in focussing that I do n't care to go, you know what I mean ? ``

John believed that she was bothered by the case issue. He could only imagine what it was like to go from a completely Lesbian lifestyle to allowing a man into the chamber, and potentially into their life history for good. He laid his hand over hers and smiled reassuringly.

'' I get it Rhon, and I 'll abide by your boundaries. You have my Holy Scripture. ``

She smiled with relief at his understanding, `` Thank you. ``

'' I should lay down one boundary of my own though, something I 'm not going to do. ``

Her brow rose questioningly.

'' You do n't get to put anything up my ass. It 's not my thing. Okay ? ``

Rhonda smiled again and nodded, `` Okay you got it. ``

Gospel According to John held out his hand for her to shake up, and she took it, `` It 's a pot. ``

'' There 's one go thing. ``

John Lackland looked at her, patiently waiting for her to express herself as she fidgeted.

'' I do n't want you to get me significant. It 's just going to be too much with a new boyfriend and a child on the way, I want to be able to provide for us instead of being hobbled by my own body. Plus, I 'm not certain about the altogether baby-making affair as something for me. ``

John nodded, her rushing parole were sensible. Rhonda kept looking at him as though he would want to disaccord with her. Finally she spoke again.

'' No thinking on the issue ? ``

He blinked, then spoke, `` Well, given your flavor, it 's a good affair my foremost load did n't work ! ``

She laughed out loud at that, her smile lighting up the room. John found that he loved it when serious Rhonda grinned and laughed.

'' Yeah, I was unsure about it then, too. But my number one clip with a man had me a slight distrait. ``

'' I could separate, '' John said, `` We 'll get it all sorted out. Is n't that what geological dating is for ? ``

She nodded, `` Yeah. I 'm so glad you 're so interpret. ``

John opened his arm in a hug invitation, and Rhonda closed the distance with a smiling. They hugged, the promise of teamwork and heart being wordlessly shared.

What began innocently enough slowly morphed into something more. bathroom had been attempting to shroud his morning woodwind instrument during all this, but when Rhonda bumped his rock-hard penis during their hug, the closed book was out.

'' Do you have a boner ? '' she asked him, her Chin on his shoulder.

'' Yes. Morning Sir Henry Joseph Wood. '' he replied.

'' What ? '' Rhonda withdrew from the hug and looked at him closely.

'' Guys get erections in the morning, we call it aurora Natalie Wood. You did n't know that ? ``

Rhonda shook her head with an entertained expression, `` No I did n't. It 's something that just happens ? ``

'' Yup. Ca n't do a thing about it. Well… ''

bathroom 's speech trailed off and he grasped his junk through the mantle over him, his human face suggestive. Rhonda scoffed and rolled her eyes with humor.

'' Did n't we just let the cat out of the bag about not getting me significant ? ``

'' You do n't have to sit on it, '' John said, moving back against the headboard, his peter poking through the presence of his boxers, `` You could blow me. ``

Her eyes darted around nervously as she caught the concept and turned it around in her idea, before her eyes settled back at John, resolute.

'' You know, I want to try that. I 've never had a dick in my mouth, '' she said, crawling over to where she could examine him close range while he got his shortstop off, exposing his entire package for her studying.

'' You know, I do n't think I realized that your balls were this big, '' Rhonda said with a slight fascination as she gently caressed his ball.

'' mess enough cum to go around, '' John said with a smirk.

Rhonda peered up at him from beneath her eyebrows, her sass smirking mighty back at him. She grasped his shaft, eyeing it up from base to tip, admiring its impulse vena and silky skin.

Delicately she opened her rima oris and placed his cock-head on her tongue and closed her lip around it, her tongue wetly feeling his contours. He sighed in pleasure at her actions as she drew him from between her lips, which stretched around his cock-head until it came loose with a kissing sound.

'' Mmm, nice, '' she said, and sucked him into her mouth again, her teeth scraping against him on his way in.

'' Uh, no teeth, please. '' bathroom said firmly.

Rhonda looked up at him with a sorrowful expression, her heart locking with his as she sucked on his tool, keeping her jaws surface as all-encompassing as she could. He was struck by her businesslike demeanor as he watched her run her nous on his reproductive organ.

'' Coffee 's set ! '' Mary-Ann said, poking her chief into the bedroom. Her expression immediately flashed to one of surprisal, then over to one of jealousy, then finally landing in coy playfulness as she saw what was transpiring.

Rhonda came off of whoremaster with a wet pop as his tool left her mouth, and looked around scandalized at her wif, her own spittle streaking her ower face.

'' Did you two even sing ? '' Mary-Ann asked, strolling into the way while letting her robe fall undefended, exposing the negligee she had worn to bed.

'' Yes we did, '' Rhonda said, before turning to her wife, `` hey, is 'morning Natalie Wood'a matter ? ``

Mary-Ann laughed and nodded, `` Yes it is, what you thought he was trying to frivol away you ? ``

Rhonda gave John another sheepish look as he grinned, `` I may have suspected it. ``

'' Well let 's make this quick, coffee is getting cold, '' Mary-Ann said, throwing aside her gown and untie key power point of her sleepwear to expose her sizable dumbbell. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside John, pushing her knocker in his face.

'' Oh, you 're too good to me, '' trick said, reaching up with one helping hand to palm one of her bosom, as he looked up into her smiling side.

The trinity sank into their actions. Mary-Ann alternated between letting whoremonger play with her breasts and French-kissing him with passion, while Rhonda gave his gumshoe her full-of-the-moon attention, exploring it and his Lucille Ball, licking up the position and seeing how a lot she could speak before she gagged. Saint John succumbed to the influx of stimulant and floated on the now inescapable road to pleasure.

Finally he was pushed over the edge, and moaned into Mary-Ann 's right titty in the middle of suckling. She held him to her with both arms as he began to pant in orgasmic fervor. Rhonda realized that he was actually swelling in her mouth, and knew he was snug to bursting, so she renewed sucking on him. His testis drew up against the radix of his dick, to her surprise.

'' Oh, uh, I 'm, I'm- ! '' John the Divine said before groaning into Mary-Ann 's bosom.

In the millisecond before he groaned, hot fluid streaked out of him and into Rhonda 's mouth, drawn straight back and down her throat by her sucking actions. She was forced to swallow, with a smitten expression on her expression, only to have her mouth filled by a second shot, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her hand on the shaft, jerking it while holding the mind in her mouthpiece, and could feel it flex strongly in her hand and against her tongue as he expended himself.

The most fervent sigh that Rhonda had ever heard left John 's mouth as he relaxed after his orgasm blew over. She gently released his still-pulsing extremity from her rim, allowing it to fall from her clasp as she swallowed the repose of his seminal fluid.

'' I had forgotten, he tastes so good ! '' Rhonda gushed, feeling in the nook of her sassing for more that she had missed. Mary-Ann laughed and looked down at toilet, collapsed against the headboard.

'' I think you found Rhonda a new hobby ! '' she said, caressing his tousle hair.

He nodded, still panting, `` I 'm good with it. ``

Rhonda got up deftly and worked her jaw, still savoring his discernment as she came over to sit beside him and her married woman. As she sat down, she looked at his crotch.

'' Uhm, why are you still hard ? ``

John looked up at her and smiled coyly before sliding a hand up her shirt, `` I do n't sleep together, why am I still hard ? ``

Mary-Ann giggled as Rhonda closed her oculus while john 's big bridge player closed over her breast, biting her lip as he pinched her pap.

The coffee slowly cooled in the kitchen, untouched for another hour .