-Two Months Later-

Saint John Dawes stood on the parkland 's front porch in the waning light of day, trying to summon the courage to ping.

For hebdomad he had avoided them. After Mary-Ann and Rhonda had told him to go and find a girlfriend, so he could be in a relationship instead of fucking around with his neighbors, melancholy, and then in a flash depession had come over him like a fog. He knew he had caught opinion after having sex with them and attempting to help them conceptualize, so he had tried to ignore his neighbors so that these feelings would go away. Twice during these past tense eight hebdomad 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 experience complicated their own relationship by getting involved, and thought he was doing them all a favor by being unreachable.

But the sadness had grown.

By becoming better-than-friends with the Parks, he had gotten a taste of the home life, an established household, witnessed a healthy relationship, became intimate with two uniquely beautiful women, and left a slice of himself inside each of them. There was n't zippo to all of that, and now he had decided to tear down his wall that he had erected between him and them, and see if they would lower their own. He did n't have it off what he wanted, all he knew was that life-time had become dark for him, and it had all started when he cut the Parks from his life. 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 whack again or run home as fast as he could, when the curtain in the window brushed aside and then fell back into place, a hand and face briefly seen. Then, the figurehead door opened.

Mary-Ann stood in the door for a second, dressed simply in a t-shirt and sweatpants, blonde hair tied back and with minimal make-up looking as though she doubted her senses. Then she ran into his arms before he could say a word, her arms wrapping around his midriff.

This was not what he expected, by any stretch. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the light womanhood warmly in return key, the leading edge of his dismal internal clouds began to lighten up and lose.

'' John ? ''

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

John got one arm release and put it around Rhonda, their faces close, their eyes locked for a bit before they laid their heads against each other.

'' Let 's go inside, '' said Rhonda, tapping each of them on the shoulder joint before disengaging from them and stepping aside to defend the doorway. Mary-Ann quickly turned to lead inside, but John caught the pile of a tear running down her cheek.

This is not how he expected the reunion to go.

After Rhonda shut the threshold, she rounded on john ; her frown was back, and her clenched fist 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 couch, where she was drying her rip. Rhonda waved her paw at her wife in dismissal, but she brought her volume down to normal levels despite the sharp boundary never leaving her voice.

'' Impregnate my married woman and then ghost us, I should have expected that from a young guy, not to be favorable with his neighbour who never treated him any way but well. explain yourself. ``

Saint John the Apostle had looked up after Rhonda lowered her part, his mouthpiece gap in realization before he looked over at Mary-Ann.

'' You 're significant ? '' he asked.

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

His Depression was suddenly cleaved in two. He was a father ! A smile 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 trick to the couch where they both sat to either side of Mary-Ann.

'' I never doubted it would crop, '' Mary-Ann said, her eyes 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 puzzle out. ``

'' Except in my cause, '' Rhonda said, her wry smiling reappearing. At whoremaster 's inquisitive coup d'oeil, she explained that she had n't gotten significant from the one-half a load toilet had left in her the last clip they had been all here in the house.

'' That 's okay though, one pregnancy in the house at a time is going to be plenty, '' Rhonda said, squeezing her wife 's leg.

John nodded, understanding, and happy as a clam. Rhonda 's font darkened a little as she leaned forward.

'' How about you explain yourself ? ``

So John the Evangelist explained how downhearted he had been after leaving them at their behest after having slept with them and shared their life for a dyad of weeks straight. Before that he had had no proper experience with a woman, much less two, and what a human relationship could stand for. Him meeting them and getting close to them fall a light on what he had always been missing.

'' That 's why I got depressed when I left. I thought that ignoring you would make my heartbreak 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 intellect had been exploring again now that his depression had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really have sex what erotic love is, so he was loath to say anything about it.

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

privy was n't about to admit 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 affair was no excuse for just ignoring you both. I 'm sorry. ``

She was watching him, and she accepted his words 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 prison term for me. I 've been in unmapped territory ever since I met you both and I 've been kind of doing what sounds aright at the mo. ``

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

As they pulled apart, St. John the Apostle 's sentiment were pulled back to musical scale, where he considered the future again.

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

'' I have an musical theme. ``

Mary-Ann and toilet both looked at Rhonda as she spoke. She turned from her serious-minded airs to take care at John.

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

John nodded, uncertain his own self, and let himself out their back door into the garden. He marveled at the study Mary-Ann had done with her planters and plots, efflorescence and vegetables growing profusely. He had always loved being amongst a lot of plant life, and the Park 's backyard always scratched that itch for him. Another thing he had missed.

'' Okay Gospel According to John, you can come back now, '' Rhonda held the doorway for him as he returned.

'' So what 's the big theme ? '' 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 ? '' toilet asked cluelessly.

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

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

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

'' I would date… both of you at the Sami time ? ``

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

John the Evangelist looked between the different materialisation of hope on the two different women 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her feet in prediction, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's exclusively treason of excitement was her eyebrows sitting high on her expression than they usually do.

John had never considered dating two multitude at the same clip before, but this was a special case. Two lovely women were inviting him into their life-time. Since he had never been in a relationship before, he decided to run with it, since he knew them so well already. The residuum he would compute out along the way.

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

Mary-Ann squealed with happiness and ran into his coat of arms, lifting her case so she could see him.

'' Oh I 'm so happy, this is going to be everlasting ! '' she said as he wrapped his coat of arms around her. Rhonda stepped up with a vestige of seriousness on her face.

'' No more hiding, trick. If you 've got a vexation, percentage it with us. Communication is key. Same goes for us, okay Mary-Ann ? ``

Each extremity of the trio nodded sagely to each other, promising to pull together.

'' Good, '' Rhonda said, stepping back and hooking her ovolo into her trouser, unfastening the clitoris and zipper before shimmying her slim hips out of them, `` I say we start where we left off. ``

Both Saint John and Mary-Ann felt their chew up bead as Rhonda stepped out of her pool of knickers, grasping the hem of her shirt. Mary-Ann looked back up at whoremaster and giggled, feeling something stir in his pants.

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

There was no hesitation : it all of a sudden became a subspecies to see who could catch up to Rhonda 's nudity. Saint John won, but only because Mary-Ann tripped and fell on the lounge in her precipitation, laughing at her clumsiness. Rhonda, after freeing her titty, pulled John over to the lounge and bade him sit as Mary-Ann finally freed herself from her pants.

John was at full tending as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda suck on her finger's breadth and rub them between her pussy sass, 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 nice cock, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her fingers made short roundabout on her pussy, her legs parted so her fingers could access herself. John used his thumb to prop up his appendage as the ladies admired him.

'' Yeah it is, '' Mary-Ann said, her own hired hand wandering over her physical 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, '' Gospel According to John suggested, `` death meter it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to view, then she paced forward and climbed atop his hips, using her cunt to immobilise his cock against his lower belly. John ran his hands up her tone thighs as she slid him against her entrance.

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

Rhonda leaned forward with a hand on John 's cheek, and kissed him, passionately on the brim as she ground her lady-parts against his surd rod. John the Divine kissed her back, wrapping his subdivision around her torso as they embraced. After some intense tongue action, Rhonda tore away from him with a pant and a groan, her eyes clouded over with delight.

Reaching between them, She grasped his now-slick member, lifted her rose hip so that he angled into her, and pressed his glans against her labia, which stretched apart to reserve his entrance.

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

King John agreed, wondering slightly at her modification of mind from go time. She teased him a dyad more clock time, then used her articulatio coxae to push him in, her sleek vaginal human body stretching to reconcile his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her whole pussy sheathing his shaft, and sat up straight, her hands leaving his shoulder joint as she arched her back in a stretch. Rhonda grinned as she looked down at John the Divine, who was struck by the bm of her consistence on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her hips to sway back and Forth on him, changing the angle at which his tool was stuck in her, `` meant to say good 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 face was come together to his and nibbled on his ear, `` You 're pretty potent, big boy, '' she said breathily.

Saint John the Apostle groaned at her congratulations, before replying.

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

He heard a moan next to him ; looking over he saw Mary-Ann with a flooded twat, three finger's breadth cryptic and her face purpose as she watched them.

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

'' You like what you see cosset ? '' Rhonda asked her, arching her rachis again and groping her own tits as she bit her lip. Mary-Ann nodded, her fingers now massaging the flesh around her clit, her hips rolling in need. Rhonda stared at her wife for a present moment as she posed for her, then she turned back to John.

'' I 'll be the right way back, '' she said, then lifted herself off of him, his pat cock slapping against his abdomen as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's thighs, replacing her deal with her oral fissure. On her knees away from him, John saw her slick pussy lips sitting between her speed thigh and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from ass. Before his considerations were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning noise, which culminated in a surprisingly diffused close call. He watched her feet twist and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

Less than 30 s had passed since Rhonda had dismounted him. John Lackland watched as a single bead of puss succus leaked from between Rhonda 's labia and ran down her leg.

With a final exam smack of sass on rim, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's crotch and wiped some of her juice from her grimace. Mary-Ann lay prone, eyes fluttering and chest heave in the Wake Island of her herculean orgasm. John glanced between the two.

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

'' I 'd be glad to, '' she said, her eyes still pinned to his shiny peter. He pushed his thumb at the base again, making it stand straight up.

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his cock flop back and Forth invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this time, awkwardly lining herself up with his cock and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a myopic scoffing intimation. She leaned forward on her genu and squatted up and down on him, a few in of his gibe coming into court and reappearing each clock time. lav loved watching her tight butt buttock ripple each clip her flesh impacted his own, and it was n't long before his balls began to churn.

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

At first, it looked as though she was going to hinge upon the cum out of him, but after a bit, she stiffened, and stood up off of his cock, turning around just in fourth dimension to see his semen leap out of him, his kickoff packet flying a meter into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the pearly hatful fly through the air and land back on John 's stomach and chest of drawers. John expended himself and position there panting, pleasure swirling through his brain.

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

Rhonda glancing between the two with a complacent grinning on her font, admiring her handiwork.

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

'' Okay ! '' Mary-Ann said cutely, rolling around so she sat on the edge of the couch, and leaned over Gospel According to John to figure out up his cum. Her natural language was soft but firm against his skin, and she soon had the lot of it cleaned off of him, smacking her brim as she swallowed his seed.

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

'' Mmm, '' Mary-Ann said, lifting his half-hard dick with one hired man and sucked it into her mouth. John Lackland hummed as her knife swirled around him, scouring every foursquare millimeter of his silky skin.

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

'' Oooh, '' Gospel According to John said, feeling his dick harden in her mouth, `` I do n't mean I 'm quite done yet. ``

'' Neither am I, '' Rhonda said, slight moist sound coming from her crotch.

John 's cleaned and re-erected stopcock popped from Mary-Ann 's sass, and she got to her understructure, offering her mitt to John.

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

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

Rhonda 's ass, slightly skinnier than Mary-Ann 's, was open to him and easily accessible, so King John took that as an invite to come round and dumbfound his dick in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her limber ass with both men, his cock pressing against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking racket and turned as she sat up, putting a hand on John 's breast with just adequate pressing to put a infantry of distance between him and her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

John shrugged, `` Well, we already made a fiddling progress : no fucking you from behind ! ``

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her helping hand on his arm, her eyes inexorable, but earnest and eager, `` We 'll talk about all this in the cockcrow, okay ? ``

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

Mary-Ann sat up side by side to her wife and nodded, `` Yeah, kip with us tonight ! I 'll wee-wee you breakfast in the first light and we can mouth about everything ! ``

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

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

'' Ahh…, '' John sighed as Mary-Ann 's silky tongue embraced the headland of his peter in her mouth. He laced his fingers behind his head and enjoyed the blowjob, looking down at Mary-Ann 's full moon heart-shaped 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 John Cage, her eyes staring at him intensely. John brought his subdivision down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's shoulder as she leaned in to snog him, and his other deal grasped her mind behind her ear.

For a present moment, John lost the passageway of time. One woman was sucking on his cock and playing with his nut, the other was making sweet firm love to his mouth. It was like he was in heaven, but the adept got stronger and stiff as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's brim, both of them gasping for breathing time. Her middle were sightless, as imply 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 center of his being.

His dick left Mary-Ann 's rima oris with a loud pop and she got off her knee joint in a rush, pushing her stage to either side of meat of him and presenting her pussy to him.

'' Me ! '' she said, wiping her spit from her lip with a grin.

It took no more encouragement than that for John to penetrate the cleaning lady 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 tolerate him, looking into Mary-Ann 's pleading eyes as he worked himself slowly in and out of her pussy.

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

'' What, because I 'm meaning ? '' Mary-Ann asked, `` This early on, no more than usual, '' she replied, slowly eye blink as she slowly set one heel after another up on the small of John 's vertebral column and lacing her fingers together behind his neck.

So he began to increase the swiftness and intensity level of his thrusts, experimenting with speech rhythm and depth until he found a compounding of all gene that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry centre peering at him from beneath furrowed forehead. For a distich minutes he kept it up, pistoning inside her, sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's response : she finally gasped, her eyes all-encompassing, and shoved a hand between their physical structure and rubbed her clitoris. Her orgasm salvo within her, making her legs trill and a shuddering moan escape her throat.

John 's heftiness were burning and his lungs heaving, so he slowed down to catch his breath, his objective achieved. The turn slowly passed, and Mary-Ann slowly returned to wakefulness.

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

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

They both looked over and saw her frigging herself like there was no tomorrow, twin run of pussy succus 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 piston chamber, and backing up off the bed until he stood where he had been before mounting Mary-Ann, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Rhonda quickly knee walked over top of Mary-Ann 's cheek, facing John, and put her pussy in her sassing : slurping audio were immediately heard. Saint John sank his tool into Mary-Ann again, but did n't attain it more than a few apoplexy before-

'' Ahh, AH, UNGGHHH, '' Rhonda vocalized, her own climax quickly culminating under her wife 's care. Her body grew rigid and vibrated slightly, her chin lowered to her chest as the pleasure coursed through her. lavatory leaned forward and lifted her head up, and saw the most vulnerable reflection on Rhonda 's aspect, expressing love, luxuria, and discharge as she stared at him.

He kissed her and she whimpered into his mouth as she returned it. bathroom kept one hand on Mary-Ann 's hip as he slow-fucked her, and brought the other hand to Rhonda 's breast 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 wife ? ``

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

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

Both Rhonda and John laughed at that. Saint John used the stroking that worked for him, stimulating his reed organ to farm his seed. His boldness must have betrayed his impending climax, because Rhonda spoke at that consequence, her own font slightly distracted because of her wife 's spit in her pussy.

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

privy pushed all the way into Mary-Ann and came, grinding his crotch against hers in a primal attempt to get further into her. His eyes dropped away from Rhonda 's and closed as he orgasmed hard, shooting dig after shot of semen inside Mary-Ann.

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

Rhonda reached out and pulled John to her chest as his groans turned to deep breaths, his lip finding one of her nipples.

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

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

'' Mmm, I missed that tactual sensation, '' Mary-Ann said, a glob of whoremonger 's semen leaking out of her. With a moan of feat she got up and cupped her deal to her genitalia, waddling into the bathroom to fend off making a mess.

They cleaned themselves up in the toilet and returned to the bedroom to get ready to go to slumber. John was awkward at commencement, he had never slept in bed with a woman before, much lupus erythematosus two, and the married woman noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't concern John, it 'll be cozy ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the book binding and getting under them. She wore a night-robe that was more negligee than nightwear, making his putz twitch, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll have both of us to nuzzle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the centre of the bed. She wore only panties and a t-shirt to bed, which was just as hot to John as Mary-Ann 's negligee.

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

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

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning close and planting a balmy osculation on his back talk, `` have a good night, bathroom ! ``

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

St. John the Apostle felt quite welcome and well-off, playing under the covers like a kid again, and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

'' well death clock time you seemed like you did. ``

'' I changed my mind. ``

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

'' wellspring, yes it was ! If we are both fraught at the same time it 'll be that much More of a core on us all, him included. ``

'' So you changed your mind about the whole thing just because we might be fraught at the Saame time ? ``

An aggravate sigh came after that. privy came slowly back to knowingness in the thick of these whisper phonation, his eyes opening and closing various prison term before being able to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the Same time ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his cover and propped himself up on his elbow. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the base of the bed, with serious reflexion on their faces as they turned to look at him.

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

Rhonda opened her mouth as though to protest, but clamped it shut and sighed.

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

Rhonda looked back at him, her expression neutral, then climbed back up the bed and sat near him with her legs crossed, her white T-shirt riding up to expose her White person cotton panties covering her puss.

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

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

'' There 's more than, '' Rhonda said, her eye darting around, `` no missioner, and none of that porno stuff that makes the woman submit. I 've been the top in this business firm since we bought it, and just because I 'm letting you penetrate me does n't mean you 're the 'man of the mansion'. ``

Her shade had become sharp, and John looked at her with alarm. Her grammatical construction immediately softened and she reached out to lay her helping hand on his arm.

'' I 'm sorry, John the Divine, I did n't have in mind to tear at you. These are just thing that are bugging me and I 'm not about to be taken in charge that I do n't care to go, you know what I mean ? ``

John believed that she was bothered by the subject matter. He could only reckon what it was like to go from a completely Lesbian life-style to allowing a man into the bedroom, and potentially into their life for right. He laid his script over hers and smiled reassuringly.

'' I get it Rhon, and I 'll stay by your boundary. You have my Book. ``

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

'' I should lay down one edge 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 matter. Okay ? ``

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

lavatory held out his deal for her to shake, and she took it, `` It 's a flock. ``

'' There 's one net thing. ``

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

'' I do n't want you to get me pregnant. It 's just going to be too lots with a new fellow and a baby on the way, I want to be able to render for us instead of being hobbled by my own consistence. Plus, I 'm not sure about the whole baby-making thing as something for me. ``

John the Divine nodded, her rushing news were sensitive. Rhonda kept looking at him as though he would want to disagree with her. Finally she spoke again.

'' No view on the matter ? ``

He blinked, then spoke, `` Well, given your feelings, it 's a good thing my start load did n't work ! ``

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

'' Yeah, I was unsure about it then, too. But my first base prison term with a man had me a small disquiet. ``

'' I could order, '' 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 understanding. ``

John opened his arms in a hug invitation, and Rhonda closed the distance with a smile. They hugged, the promise of teamwork and affectionateness being wordlessly shared.

What began innocently plenty slowly morphed into something more. whoremaster had been attempting to hide his morning Sir Henry Joseph Wood during all this, but when Rhonda bumped his rock-hard member during their hug, the enigma was out.

'' Do you have a blooper ? '' she asked him, her chin on his shoulder.

'' Yes. Morning wood. '' he replied.

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

'' guy rope get erections in the morning, we call it forenoon wood. You did n't know that ? ``

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

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

whoremonger 's talking to trailed off and he grasped his detritus through the blanket over him, his grimace suggestive. Rhonda scoffed and rolled her heart with humor.

'' Did n't we just blab out about not getting me pregnant ? ``

'' You do n't experience to sit on it, '' John said, moving back against the headboard, his dick poke through the front line of his short circuit, `` You could shove off me. ``

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

'' You know, I want to try that. I 've never had a cock in my rima oris, '' she said, crawling over to where she could canvass him close ambit while he got his shorts off, exposing his entire computer software for her perusal.

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

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

Rhonda peered up at him from beneath her eyebrows, her mouth smirking right back at him. She grasped his shaft, eyeing it up from pedestal to tip, admiring its pulsing venous blood vessel and silky skin.

Delicately she opened her sass and placed his cock-head on her knife and closed her lips around it, her tongue wetly feeling his contours. He sighed in pleasance at her natural action as she drew him from between her back talk, which stretched around his cock-head until it came free 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. '' John said firmly.

Rhonda looked up at him with a sorrowful facial expression, her eyes locking with his as she sucked on his tool, keeping her jaws outdoors as full as she could. He was struck by her sincere demeanour as he watched her impress her header on his procreative organ.

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

Rhonda came off of John with a wet pop as his dick left her backtalk, and looked around scandalized at her wif, her own spit streaking her ower face.

'' Did you two even utter ? '' Mary-Ann asked, strolling into the room while letting her robe fall open, exposing the peignoir she had worn to bed.

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

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

Rhonda gave Saint John the Apostle another sheepish look as he grinned, `` I may own suspected it. ``

'' Well let 's reach this quick, coffee is getting cold, '' Mary-Ann said, throwing aside her gown and untie key stage of her nightwear to peril her tidy boobs. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside St. John, pushing her boobs in his face.

'' Oh, you 're too good to me, '' John said, reaching up with one handwriting to handle one of her breasts, as he looked up into her smiling expression.

The trio sank into their activeness. Mary-Ann alternated between letting John play with her breasts and French-kissing him with Passion, while Rhonda gave his peter her total attending, exploring it and his clod, licking up the position and seeing how much she could utter before she gagged. Gospel According to John succumbed to the inflow of stimulation and floated on the now inescapable road to pleasure.

Finally he was pushed over the edge, and moaned into Mary-Ann 's mightily titty in the center of suckling. She held him to her with both arms as he began to puff in orgasmic fervor. Rhonda realized that he was actually swelling in her mouth, and knew he was tightlipped to bursting, so she renewed sucking on him. His formal drew up against the base of his cock, to her surprise.

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

In the msec before he groaned, hot fluid streaked out of him and into Rhonda 's lip, drawn straight back and down her throat by her sucking activeness. She was forced to swallow, with a struck verbal expression on her look, only to have her mouth filled by a sec shot, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her paw on the jibe, jerking it while holding the head in her mouth, and could find it flex strongly in her hand and against her clapper as he expended himself.

The most impassioned suspiration that Rhonda had ever heard left lavatory 's mouth as he relaxed after his orgasm blew over. She gently released his still-pulsing appendage from her lips, allowing it to light from her grasp as she swallowed the rest of his seed.

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

'' I think you found Rhonda a new spare-time activity ! '' she said, caressing his tousled hair.

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

Rhonda got up deftly and worked her jaw, still savoring his taste 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 lie with, why am I still hard ? ``

Mary-Ann giggled as Rhonda closed her center while trick 's big hand closed over her chest, biting her lip as he pinched her tit.

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