-Two Months Later-

John Dawes stood on the green 's front end porch in the waning light of day, trying to summon the courage to knock.

For weeks he had avoided them. After Mary-Ann and Rhonda had told him to go and find oneself a girlfriend, so he could be in a relationship instead of fucking around with his neighbors, 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 consider, so he had tried to dismiss his neighbour so that these feelings would go away. Twice during these retiring 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 family 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 park, he had gotten a gustatory sensation of the dwelling life, an established household, witnessed a goodly relationship, became intimate with two uniquely beautiful women, and left a composition of himself inside each of them. There was n't goose egg 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 know what he wanted, all he knew was that life history had become dark for him, and it had all started when he cut the parking lot from his biography. So, he swallowed his pride, returned to their house…

And knocked.

After waiting foresightful than he thought was usual, even considering the hour, he was about to either knock again or run home base as fast as he could, when the curtain in the window brushed aside and then fell back into place, a hand and boldness briefly seen. Then, the front threshold opened.

Mary-Ann stood in the doorway for a second, dressed simply in a t-shirt and sweat pants, blonde hair tied back and with minimal make-up looking as though she doubted her pot. Then she ran into his subdivision before he could say a Christian Bible, her arms wrapping around his midsection.

This was not what he expected, by any stretch. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the shorter woman warmly in coming back, the leading edge of his dark interior clouds began to lighten and recede.

'' John Lackland ? ''

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

lav got one arm disembarrass and put it around Rhonda, their faces close, their centre locked for a bit 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 room access. Mary-Ann quickly turned to head inside, but John caught the quite a little 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 scowl was back, and her 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 tears. Rhonda waved her mitt at her wife in dismissal, but she brought her book down to normal levels despite the sharp edge never leaving her voice.

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

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

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

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

His depression was suddenly cleaved in two. He was a father ! A smiling crossed his brass and he wanted to jump for joy, and burst into song.

Even Rhonda could n't keep the grin 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 run, '' 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 work. ``

'' Except in my case, '' Rhonda said, her wry smile reappearing. At John 's inquisitive glance, she explained that she had n't gotten pregnant from the half a load bathroom had left in her the finally clock time they had been all here in the house.

'' That 's approve though, one gestation in the house at a fourth dimension is going to be plenty, '' Rhonda said, squeezing her wife 's leg.

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

'' How about you explain yourself ? ``

So John the Evangelist explained how dismay he had been after leaving them at their behest after having slept with them and shared their life for a couple of weeks straight. Before that he had had no proper experience with a woman, much LE two, and what a relationship could mean. Him meeting them and getting close to them polish a spark on what he had always been missing.

'' That 's why I got lower when I left. I thought that ignoring you would make my heartache go away, but it just made it regretful. 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 far. His mind had been exploring again now that his depressive disorder had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really know what love life is, so he was reluctant to say anything about it.

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

toilet 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 things was no apology for just ignoring you both. I 'm meritless. ``

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 godforsaken initiatory time for me. I 've been in uncharted territory ever since I met you both and I 've been kind of doing what sounds right at the moment. ``

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

As they pulled apart, Gospel According to John 's thoughts were pulled back to weighing machine, where he considered the time to come again.

'' Although I do n't really roll in the hay what we do now, '' he said uncertainly.

'' I have an estimate. ``

Mary-Ann and St. John the Apostle both looked at Rhonda as she spoke. She turned from her thoughtful mannerism to look at John.

'' Could you excuse us for a here and now John ? I want to talk to Mary-Ann for a moment. ``

john nodded, uncertain his own self, and let himself out their back door into the garden. He marveled at the oeuvre Mary-Ann had done with her planter and plot of ground, flush and vegetable growing profusely. He had always loved being amongst a lot of plant life, and the ballpark 's backyard always scratched that urge for him. Another thing he had missed.

'' okay John the Evangelist, you can derive back now, '' Rhonda held the doorway for him as he returned.

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

'' volition 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.

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

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

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

Saint John the Apostle looked between the different reflexion of hope on the two unlike women 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her fundament in prediction, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's only treachery of excitement was her eyebrow sitting higher on her cheek than they usually do.

John had never considered dating two people at the same fourth dimension before, but this was a special causa. Two lovely women were inviting him into their life. 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 enter out along the way.

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

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

'' Oh I 'm so glad, this is going to be double-dyed ! '' she said as he wrapped his arms around her. Rhonda stepped up with a trace of seriousness on her face.

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

Each member of the trio nodded sagely to each other, promising to rive together.

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

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

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

There was no hesitation : it all of a sudden became a backwash to see who could catch up to Rhonda 's nakedness. John won, but only because Mary-Ann tripped and fell on the couch in her haste, laughing at her ineptitude. Rhonda, after freeing her tit, pulled Gospel According to John over to the lounge and bade him sit as Mary-Ann finally freed herself from her pants.

whoremonger was at full tending as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda suck on her digit and rub them between her snatch rim, adding to the damp that was already there. She glanced over at her married woman as Mary-Ann finally got completely naked.

'' Is n't that a nice cock, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her finger made little circles on her twat, her pegleg parted so her finger's breadth could access herself. john used his quarter round to prop up his penis as the ladies admired him.

'' Yeah it is, '' Mary-Ann said, her own paw wandering over her body, `` not too big, and definitely not too minor ! ``

'' Definitely not, '' Rhonda breathed, her breathing place hitching as she played with herself, her eye hooded with memory.

'' You should number sit on it, Rhon, '' John the Divine suggested, `` last time it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to consider, then she paced forward and climbed atop his hips, using her pussy to pin down his cock against his lower belly. John ran his hands up her toned second joint as she slid him against her entrance.

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

Rhonda leaned forward with a bridge player on John 's face, and kissed him, passionately on the lips as she ground her lady-parts against his arduous rod. John kissed her rear, wrapping his arms around her torso as they embraced. After some vivid clapper military 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 allow his entering.

'' 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 mind from last time. She teased him a match more sentence, then used her hips to push him in, her satiny vaginal soma stretching to accommodate his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her unscathed pussy sheathing his shaft, and sat up straight, her hands leaving his shoulder joint as she arched her back in a stint. Rhonda grinned as she looked down at St. John the Apostle, who was struck by the movement of her physical structure on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her rosehip to rock back and Forth River on him, changing the Angle at which his peter was stuck in her, `` meant to say good employment with this thing last clock time, '' she squeezed him with her vag, `` you got my married woman pregnant no problem. ``

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

privy groaned at her extolment, before replying.

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

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

Rhonda hummed at the view of her married woman working herself toward orgasm.

'' You like what you see baby ? '' Rhonda asked her, arching her back again and groping her own nipple as she bit her lip. Mary-Ann nodded, her fingers now massaging the material body around her clitoris, her hips rolling in need. Rhonda stared at her married woman for a minute 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 sleek down cock slapping against his stomach as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's thighs, replacing her hand with her rima oris. On her knees away from him, John saw her slick pussy lips sitting between her upper thighs and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from behind. Before his consideration were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning noise, which culminated in a surprisingly delicate squeak. He watched her feet turn and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

LE than 30 minute had passed since Rhonda had dismounted him. John watched as a undivided bead of purulent juice leaked from between Rhonda 's labia and ran down her leg.

With a final smack of mouth on brim, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's genital organ and wiped some of her juice from her face. Mary-Ann lay prone, eyes fluttering and chest heaving in the wake of her powerful coming. privy glanced between the two.

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

'' I 'd be glad to, '' she said, her eyes still pinned to his shiny hawkshaw. He pushed his pollex at the floor again, making it stand flat up.

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his dick founder back and forth invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this time, awkwardly lining herself up with his pecker and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a little scoffing breath. She leaned forward on her knees and squatted up and down on him, a few inches of his jibe appearing and reappearing each time. John the Evangelist loved watching her tight fag cheeks guggle 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 world-class, it looked as though she was going to ride the cum out of him, but after a second, 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 mailboat flying a meter into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the chopper tidy sum fly through the air and land back on John 's stomach and chest. lav expended himself and pose there panting, delight swirling through his brain.

'' God that was so hot, '' Mary-Ann breathed. privy looked at her to see her finger in her snatch again, staring at the mickle 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 smile on her face, admiring her handiwork.

'' You should houseclean up the pile 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 John to lick up his cum. Her tongue was mild but firm against his hide, 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 shrub as she watched her wife do her bidding.

'' Mmm, '' Mary-Ann said, lifting his half-hard dick with one hand and sucked it into her backtalk. John hummed as her tongue swirled around him, scouring every lame millimeter of his silky skin.

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

'' Oooh, '' St. John said, feeling his peter harden in her mouth, `` I do n't opine I 'm quite done yet. ``

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

John 's cleaned and re-erected putz popped from Mary-Ann 's mouth, and she got to her feet, offering her hired man to John.

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

'' Do n't bear in mind if I do ! '' he said, taking helping hand and allowing himself to be led into their bedroom. 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 penny-pinching than Mary-Ann 's, was spread out to him and easily approachable, so John took that as an invite to follow troll and amaze his dick in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her supple ass with both hands, his dick pressing against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking disturbance and turned as she sat up, putting a deal on John 's chest with just enough press to put a metrical unit of distance between him and her.

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

Saint John the Apostle blinked, he had n't anticipated that, `` O.K., sorry, I wo n't. ``

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

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

'' And she 's the bottom, '' Rhonda agreed, shifting her system of weights to kneel on the bed succeeding to her wife and smiling fondly down at her before returning her attentiveness to John.

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

bathroom shrugged, `` Well, we already made a niggling advancement : no fucking you from behind ! ``

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her hand on his arm, her center adamantine, but earnest and eager, `` We 'll utter about all this in the morning, sanction ? ``

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

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

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

'' Yay ! '' Mary-Ann cheered before getting on all fours and crawling toward can like a rapacious cat. During the conversation, John had lost character of his foul-up, and Mary-Ann slipped it into her lip again and began sucking.

'' Ahh…, '' lav sighed as Mary-Ann 's silklike tongue embraced the head of his dick in her mouth. He laced his fingers behind his head and enjoyed the blowjob, looking down at Mary-Ann 's broad 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 Cage, her eyes staring at him intensely. whoremonger brought his arms down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's shoulders as she leaned in to kiss him, and his early handwriting grasped her mind behind her ear.

For a moment, lavatory lost the passage of prison term. One woman was sucking on his rooster and playing with his balls, the former was making sweet firm erotic love to his mouth. It was like he was in heaven, but the sensation got secure and strong as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's brim, both of them gasping for breath. Her eyes were sightless, as involved Rhonda was in their kiss, and she blinked slowly as she came back.

'' I 've got to hump someone, '' he said, the lyric coming from the core group of his being.

His dick left Mary-Ann 's mouth with a loud pop and she got off her knee joint in a haste, pushing her ramification to either incline of him and presenting her kitty to him.

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

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

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

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

So he began to increase the speed and strength of his stab, experimenting with rhythm and depth until he found a combination of all gene that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry eyes peering at him from beneath furrowed hilltop. For a distich bit he kept it up, pistoning inside her, sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's chemical reaction : she finally gasped, her centre wide of the mark, and shoved a mitt between their consistency and rubbed her clit. Her sexual climax burst within her, making her legs shake and a shuddering groan escape her throat.

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

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

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

They both looked over and saw her frigging herself like there was no tomorrow, twin rivulets of pussy juice running down her peg.

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

'' Here, '' Saint 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 edge of the bed.

Rhonda quickly knee walked over top of Mary-Ann 's cheek, facing John, and put her slit in her oral cavity : slurping sounds were immediately heard. toilet sank his gumshoe into Mary-Ann again, but did n't ca-ca it Thomas More than a few cam stroke before-

'' Ahh, AH, UNGGHHH, '' Rhonda vocalized, her own sexual climax quickly culminating under her wife 's care. Her eubstance grew rigid and vibrated slightly, her chin lowered to her chest as the pleasure coursed through her. bathroom leaned forward and lifted her head word up, and saw the most vulnerable expression on Rhonda 's face, expressing love, lustfulness, and spill as she stared at him.

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

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

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

More kiss, then, `` Can I take up on them after I cum in your wife ? ``

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

From below, muffled, they heard, `` I get his cum ? aplomb ! ``

Both Rhonda and Saint John laughed at that. Gospel According to John used the stroking that worked for him, stimulating his electric organ to raise his come. His face must have betrayed his impending culmination, because Rhonda spoke at that moment, her own face slightly distracted because of her wife 's tongue in her pussy.

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

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

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

Rhonda reached out and pulled St. John the Apostle to her chest as his groan turned to deep breather, his lip finding one of her nipples.

'' Good boy, '' Rhonda breathed, little zings zapping through her soundbox as he suckled her breast. Her implements of war wrapped around him comfortingly as they rode out the post-orgasmic waves.

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

'' Mmm, I missed that feeling, '' Mary-Ann said, a ball of bathroom 's semen leaking out of her. With a groan of effort she got up and cupped her hand to her crotch, waddling into the bathroom to nullify making a flock.

They cleaned themselves up in the privy and returned to the sleeping room to get ready to go to sleep. Gospel According to John was awkward at showtime, he had never slept in bed with a fair sex before, much to a lesser extent two, and the wives noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't care John the Evangelist, it 'll be informal ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the concealment and getting under them. She wore a nightie that was more wrapper than sleepwear, making his dick vellication, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll feature both of us to cuddle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the middle of the bed. She wore merely pantie 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 give it a scene, see how it works, '' Rhonda said, sliding in after him.

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning close-fitting and planting a flabby kiss on his lips, `` have a near dark, John ! ``

Rhonda kissed him too, and then leaned over him to osculate her wife, 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 felt quite welcome and comfortable, playing under the covers like a kid again, and drifted off to kip with a smile.

'' Well last clock time you seemed like you did. ``

'' I changed my intellect. ``

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

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

'' So you changed your mind about the completely thing just because we might be significant at the Same sentence ? ``

An exasperated sigh came after that. John came slowly back to consciousness in the midst of these whisper spokesperson, his center opening and closing respective prison term before being able-bodied to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the Lapplander metre ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his spine and propped himself up on his cubital joint. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the foot of the bed, with dangerous expressions 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 wrongfulness ? '' John asked her.

Rhonda looked back at him, her expression neutral, then climbed back up the bed and sat near him with her wooden leg crossed, her Patrick Victor Martindale White T-shirt riding up to expose her white cotton plant pantie covering her pussy.

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

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

'' There 's more, '' Rhonda said, her eyes darting around, `` no missioner, and none of that smut 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 house'. ``

Her tone had become sharp, and Saint John the Apostle looked at her with warning device. Her expression immediately softened and she reached out to lay her hand on his arm.

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

John the Divine believed that she was bothered by the subject matter. He could only ideate what it was like to go from a completely lesbian life style to allowing a man into the bedroom, and potentially into their lifespan for good. He laid his hand over hers and smiled reassuringly.

'' I get it Rhon, and I 'll abide by your limit. You have my Son. ``

She smiled with fill-in at his understanding, `` Thank you. ``

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

Her eyebrow rose questioningly.

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

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

John held out his handwriting for her to didder, and she took it, `` It 's a bargain. ``

'' There 's one endure thing. ``

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

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

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

'' No intellection on the topic ? ``

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

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

'' Yeah, I was shy about it then, too. But my showtime sentence with a man had me a little trouble. ``

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

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

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

What began innocently enough slowly morphed into something more. John the Evangelist had been attempting to shroud his morning Sir Henry Wood during all this, but when Rhonda bumped his rock-hard penis during their hug, the mystery was out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

John 's speech trailed off and he grasped his dust through the blanket over him, his face suggestive. Rhonda scoffed and rolled her heart with humor.

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

'' You do n't cause to sit on it, '' John Lackland said, moving back against the headboard, his dick poking through the front of his drawers, `` You could muff me. ``

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

'' You know, I want to try that. I 've never had a dick in my sassing, '' she said, crawling over to where she could examine him stopping point range while he got his shorts off, exposing his entire software system for her poring over.

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

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

Rhonda peered up at him from beneath her eyebrow, her lip smirking rectify back at him. She grasped his shaft, eyeing it up from base to tip, admiring its pulse venous blood vessel and silky skin.

Delicately she opened her mouth and placed his cock-head on her tongue and closed her sass around it, her tongue wetly feeling his contours. He sighed in pleasure at her natural action as she drew him from between her sass, which stretched around his cock-head until it came free with a kissing sound.

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

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

Rhonda looked up at him with a sorrowful expression, her center locking with his as she sucked on his tool, keeping her jaws spread out as wide as she could. He was struck by her earnest behavior as he watched her incite her head on his reproductive organ.

'' chocolate 's gear up ! '' Mary-Ann said, poking her header into the bedchamber. Her expression immediately flashed to one of surprise, then over to one of green-eyed monster, then finally landing in coy gaiety as she saw what was transpiring.

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

'' Did you two even talk ? '' Mary-Ann asked, strolling into the room while letting her gown decline open, exposing the negligee she had worn to bed.

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

Mary-Ann laughed and nodded, `` Yes it is, what you thought he was trying to put one over you ? ``

Rhonda gave John another shamefaced 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 robe and unwrap key points of her nightclothes to display her goodly titty. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside John, pushing her boobs in his face.

'' Oh, you 're too sound to me, '' John said, reaching up with one hand to palm one of her bosom, as he looked up into her smiling typeface.

The troika sank into their military action. Mary-Ann alternated between letting Saint John the Apostle play with her breasts and French-kissing him with passion, while Rhonda gave his dick her full attention, exploring it and his clump, licking up the position and seeing how much she could mouth before she gagged. St. John the Apostle succumbed to the influx of stimulation and floated on the now inescapable road to pleasure.

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

'' Oh, uh, I 'm, I'm- ! '' John 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 absorb actions. She was forced to swallow, with a stricken expression on her boldness, only to have her mouth filled by a indorse shot, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her manus on the scape, jerking it while holding the head in her back talk, and could feel it flex strongly in her hired hand and against her glossa as he expended himself.

The most impassioned sigh that Rhonda had ever heard left John 's mouth as he relaxed after his climax blew over. She gently released his still-pulsing fellow member from her lips, allowing it to fall from her grasp as she swallowed the rest of his germ.

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

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

He nodded, still panting, `` I 'm proficient 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 do it, why am I still hard ? ``

Mary-Ann giggled as Rhonda closed her eyes while John 's big helping hand closed over her breast, biting her lip as he pinched her nipple.

The coffee slowly cooled in the kitchen, untouched for another time of day .