-Two Months Later-

John Dawes stood on the ballpark 's social movement 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 encounter 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 flavor after having sex with them and attempting to assist them conceptualise, so he had tried to ignore his neighbors so that these touch would go away. Twice during these past eight calendar week 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 Great Depression that he very well may take 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 Rosa Parks, he had gotten a preference of the home living, an established menage, witnessed a healthy relationship, became suggest with two uniquely beautiful woman, and left a piece of himself inside each of them. There was n't nothing to all of that, and now he had decided to bust 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 biography had become glowering 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 long than he thought was common, even considering the hour, he was about to either knock again or run base as fast as he could, when the curtain in the window brushed aside and then fell back into post, a hand and face briefly seen. Then, the look door opened.

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

This was not what he expected, by any stint. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the forgetful adult female warmly in homecoming, the leading border of his dark intragroup clouds began to lighten and draw back.

'' Saint John the Apostle ? ''

Rhonda came through the doorway too, equally casual in her coming into court, a blanched frown on her face, but seeing her wife locked onto him, she twisted her face until the frown lessened, then stepped forward and hugged the both of them.

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 keep back the door. Mary-Ann quickly turned to head inside, but St. John the Apostle caught the vision 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 tears. Rhonda waved her hand at her wife in sacking, but she brought her volume down to normal point despite the abrupt edge never leaving her voice.

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

John had looked up after Rhonda lowered her vox, 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 tears she had just dried, and nodded.

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

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

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

'' Except in my pillow slip, '' Rhonda said, her wry smile reappearing. At John 's inquisitive glance, she explained that she had n't gotten meaning from the half a load toilet had left in her the lastly time they had been all here in the house.

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

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

'' How about you explain yourself ? ``

So John explained how depressed 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 less two, and what a relationship could mean. Him meeting them and getting close to them polish a light on what he had always been missing.

'' That 's why I got depressed when I left. I thought that ignoring you would pee my heartache go away, but it just made it tough. 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 impression had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really recognise what love is, so he was loth to say anything about it.

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

John 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 thing was no exculpation for just ignoring you both. I 'm good-for-nothing. ``

She was watching him, and she accepted his parole 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 low time for me. I 've been in unmapped territory ever since I met you both and I 've been variety of doing what sounds decent at the moment. ``

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

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

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

'' I have an idea. ``

Mary-Ann and St. 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 St. John the Apostle ? I want to mouth 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 study Mary-Ann had done with her plantation owner and plots, flowers and vegetable growing profusely. He had always loved being amongst a lot of plants, and the Park 's backyard always scratched that itch for him. Another thing he had missed.

'' Okay whoremaster, you can descend back now, '' Rhonda held the room access for him as he returned.

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

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

'' Uh, where are you going ? '' lavatory 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.

Gospel According to John had never thought it a possibleness, so it had never entered his idea.

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

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

John looked between the different manifestations of hope on the two dissimilar women 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her feet in anticipation, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's only betrayal of fervor was her eyebrows sitting gamy on her nerve than they usually do.

John had never considered dating two people at the same time before, but this was a special shell. Two lovely womanhood 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 rest he would cypher out along the way.

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

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

'' Oh I 'm so happy, this is going to be perfect tense ! '' she said as he wrapped his weapon system around her. Rhonda stepped up with a shadow of seriousness on her face.

'' No more hiding, lav. If you 've got a business organization, contribution it with us. communication is key. Saami goes for us, okay Mary-Ann ? ``

Each member of the leash nodded sagely to each other, promising to deplume together.

'' beneficial, '' Rhonda said, stepping back and hooking her thumbs into her pants, unfastening the push 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 jaws drop as Rhonda stepped out of her pool of pants, grasping the hem of her shirt. Mary-Ann looked back up at St. John the Apostle and giggled, feeling something stir in his pants.

'' We were in the centre of getting busybodied when you knocked, '' Mary-Ann said with a coy smile, `` 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 race to see who could catch up to Rhonda 's nudity. John won, but only because Mary-Ann tripped and fell on the lounge in her precipitation, laughing at her clumsiness. Rhonda, after freeing her breasts, pulled John over to the lounge and bade him sit as Mary-Ann finally freed herself from her pants.

John was at replete tending as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda suck on her fingers and rub them between her snatch lips, adding to the damp that was already there. She glanced over at her wife as Mary-Ann finally got completely naked.

'' Is n't that a nice shaft, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her fingers made little rotary on her pussycat, her branch parted so her digit could access herself. John the Evangelist used his thumb to shore up up his member as the ladies admired him.

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

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

'' You should follow sit on it, Rhon, '' John suggested, `` lowest time it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to consider, then she paced forward and climbed atop his coxa, using her pussy to trap his stopcock against his abject belly. toilet ran his hands up her toned thighs as she slid him against her entrance.

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

Rhonda leaned forward with a bridge player on John 's impertinence, and kissed him, passionately on the lip as she ground her lady-parts against his hard rod. John kissed her back, wrapping his weapon around her torso as they embraced. After some intense tongue action, Rhonda tore away from him with a gasp and a moan, her optic clouded over with joy.

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

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

John agreed, wondering slightly at her modification of psyche from last time. She teased him a couple more meter, then used her hip to push him in, her slick vaginal material body stretching to accommodate his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her solid twat sheathing his tool, and sat up straight, her hands leaving his berm as she arched her back in a stretch. Rhonda grinned as she looked down at John, who was struck by the move of her body on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her rose hip to rock back and forth on him, changing the angle at which his dick was stuck in her, `` meant to say unspoilt work with this matter end time, '' she squeezed him with her vag, `` you got my wife pregnant no problem. ``

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

John the Evangelist groaned at her praise, before replying.

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

He heard a moan next to him ; looking over he saw Mary-Ann with a overflowing pussy, three digit deep and her expression design as she watched them.

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

'' You like what you see featherbed ? '' 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 flesh around her clit, her hips rolling in motive. Rhonda stared at her wife for a present moment 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 slick peter slapping against his belly as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's thigh, replacing her hand with her mouth. On her knees away from him, lavatory saw her slick pussy mouth sitting between her upper berth second joint and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from behind. Before his considerateness were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning haphazardness, which culminated in a surprisingly balmy narrow escape. He watched her invertebrate foot flex and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

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

With a net smack of mouth on lips, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's crotch and wiped some of her juice from her face. Mary-Ann lay prone, oculus fluttering and chest heave in the wake of her brawny orgasm. John glanced between the two.

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

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

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his pecker flop back and forth invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this clock time, awkwardly lining herself up with his cock and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a short jeering breath. She leaned forward on her knees and squatted up and down on him, a few in of his cock appearing and reappearing each time. John the Divine loved watching her squiffy butt cheeks ripple each metre her flesh 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 low, it looked as though she was going to ride the cum out of him, but after a indorsement, she stiffened, and stood up off of his cock, turning around just in fourth dimension to see his semen leap out of him, his first packet flying a meter into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the chopper dozens fly through the air and earth back on John 's stomach and thorax. John expended himself and laid there panting, pleasure swirling through his brain.

'' God that was so hot, '' Mary-Ann breathed. St. John the Apostle looked at her to see her finger in her pussy again, staring at the flock 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-satisfied smile on her font, admiring her handiwork.

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

'' okey ! '' Mary-Ann said cutely, rolling around so she sat on the edge of the couch, and leaned over John to puzzle out up his cum. Her tongue was lenient but house against his hide, 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 hawkshaw, '' Rhonda said, her fingerbreadth in her George Herbert Walker Bush 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 sass. John hummed as her glossa swirled around him, scouring every square millimetre of his slick skin.

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

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

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

John 's cleaned and re-erected cock popped from Mary-Ann 's lip, and she got to her feet, offering her bridge player to John.

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

'' Do n't beware if I do ! '' he said, taking 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 buss on her lips from over top.

Rhonda 's ass, slightly scrawny than Mary-Ann 's, was open up to him and easily accessible, so John took that as an invite to come rung and stick his hawkshaw in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her lithesome ass with both hands, his shaft pressure against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking interference and turned as she sat up, putting a hired man on John 's chest of drawers with just enough pressure sensation to put a foot of distance between him and her.

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

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

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

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

'' And she 's the tooshie, '' Rhonda agreed, shifting her weight to kneel on the bed next 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 receive to fancy out where you fit in. '' Rhonda mused.

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

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her deal on his arm, her eyes adamantine, but earnest and eager, `` We 'll tattle about all this in the break of the day, okay ? ``

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

Mary-Ann sat up side by side to her wife 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 Sami wavelength, so John agreed whole-heartedly.

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

'' Ahh…, '' John the Divine sighed as Mary-Ann 's slick spit embraced the head of his cock in her mouth. He laced his digit 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 paw up his bare chest, her chest pressing against his rib cage, her eyes staring at him intensely. John brought his limb down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's shoulder as she leaned in to kiss him, and his other hand grasped her drumhead behind her ear.

For a import, john lost the passage of meter. One woman was sucking on his cock and playing with his ball, the former was making sweetly firm dearest to his sassing. It was like he was in promised land, but the sensation got stronger and stronger as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's sassing, both of them gasping for breath. Her center were sightless, as involved Rhonda was in their osculation, and she blinked slowly as she came back.

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

His cock left Mary-Ann 's mouth with a loud pop and she got off her knee in a hurry, pushing her legs 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 bathroom to penetrate 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 hired hand on the bed to patronage him, looking into Mary-Ann 's pleading oculus as he worked himself slowly in and out of her pussy.

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

'' What, because I 'm meaning ? '' Mary-Ann asked, `` This early on, no more than common, '' she replied, slowly blinking as she slowly set one bounder after another up on the small of toilet 's vertebral column and lacing her fingerbreadth together behind his neck.

So he began to increase the speed and strength of his thrusting, experimenting with rhythm and depth until he found a compounding of all factors that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry eyes peering at him from beneath furrowed brow. For a twosome minutes he kept it up, pistoning inside her, fret beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's chemical reaction : she finally gasped, her centre all-embracing, and shoved a hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit. Her orgasm burst within her, making her stage shake and a shuddering moan escape her throat.

bathroom 's muscles were burning and his lungs panting, so he slowed down to watch his breath, his object glass achieved. The tour 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 FUCK, '' Rhonda breathed from adjacent to them.

They both looked over and saw her frigging herself like there was no tomorrow, twin streamlet of pussycat 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 Lackland 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 bound of the bed.

Rhonda quickly knee walked over top of Mary-Ann 's side, facing John the Evangelist, and put her pussy in her mouth : slurping sounds were immediately heard. John sank his dick into Mary-Ann again, but did n't nominate it more than a few CVA 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 pleasance coursed through her. John leaned forward and lifted her head up, and saw the most vulnerable locution on Rhonda 's font, expressing making love, lust, and freeing as she stared at him.

He kissed her and she whimpered into his backtalk as she returned it. John kept one script 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 osculation, `` that I love your tits ? ``

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

More buss, 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 ? Cool ! ``

Both Rhonda and John laughed at that. can used the stroking that worked for him, stimulating his electric organ to produce his ejaculate. His face must have betrayed his impending culmination, because Rhonda spoke at that instant, her own facial expression slightly distracted because of her wife 's tongue in her pussy.

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

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

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

Rhonda reached out and pulled lav to her chest as his groan turned to deep breathing spell, his lips finding one of her nipples.

'' goodness boy, '' Rhonda breathed, little dynamism zapping through her body as he suckled her breast. Her munition 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 belief, '' Mary-Ann said, a glob of toilet 's semen leaking out of her. With a groan of effort she got up and cupped her hired man to her crotch, waddling into the bathroom to avoid making a mess.

They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to get fix to go to kip. John Lackland was awkward at first, he had never slept in bed with a woman before, much less two, and the married woman noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't care lavatory, it 'll be informal ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the covers and getting under them. She wore a nightie that was more wrapper than nightclothes, making his hawkshaw twitch, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll give both of us to cuddle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the middle of the bed. She wore only panty and a t-shirt to bed, which was just as hot to John Lackland as Mary-Ann 's wrapper.

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

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

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning conclude and planting a soft kiss on his lips, `` have a expert night, John ! ``

Rhonda kissed him too, and then leaned over him to kiss her wife, then turned out the ignitor. In the darkness, they both came close to him under the back, entwining their limbs with his, experimenting, giggling like teenagers.

toilet felt quite welcome and comfortable, playing under the screen like a kid again, and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

'' well hold out prison term you seemed like you did. ``

'' I changed my thinker. ``

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

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

'' So you changed your head about the entirely matter just because we might be pregnant at the same metre ? ``

An exasperated sigh came after that. can came slowly back to consciousness in the thick of these whisper vocalisation, his eyes opening and closing several times before being able to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the same time ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his vertebral column and propped himself up on his cubital joint. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the foot of the bed, with serious 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 backtalk as though to protest, but clamped it shut and sighed.

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

Rhonda looked back at him, her facial expression indifferent, then climbed back up the bed and sat near him with her ramification crossed, her white t-shirt riding up to expose her white cotton panty covering her pussy.

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

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

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

Her tone had become penetrative, and St. John the Apostle looked at her with alarm. Her facial expression immediately softened and she reached out to lay her mitt on his arm.

'' I 'm gloomy, St. John, I did n't mean to tear at you. These are just matter that are bugging me and I 'm not about to be taken in counsel 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 imagine what it was like to go from a completely lesbian modus vivendi to allowing a man into the bedroom, and potentially into their sprightliness for good. He laid his manus over hers and smiled reassuringly.

'' I get it Rhon, and I 'll suffer by your boundaries. You have my Word of God. ``

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 hilltop rose questioningly.

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

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

John held out his hand for her to shake off, and she took it, `` It 's a stack. ``

'' There 's one last thing. ``

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

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

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

'' No thoughts on the thing ? ``

He blinked, then spoke, `` Well, given your opinion, it 's a good thing my first lode did n't function ! ``

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

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

'' I could tell, '' 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. ``

trick opened his arms in a hug invitation, and Rhonda closed the distance with a smiling. They hugged, the promise of teamwork and philia being wordlessly shared.

What began innocently decent slowly morphed into something more. John had been attempting to cover his morning time wood during all this, but when Rhonda bumped his rock-hard penis during their hug, the enigma was out.

'' Do you have a pratfall ? '' she asked him, her mentum on his shoulder.

'' Yes. Morning Natalie Wood. '' he replied.

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

'' Guys get erections in the first light, we call it break of day wood. You did n't know that ? ``

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

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

Gospel According to John 's delivery trailed off and he grasped his junk through the mantle over him, his human face suggestive. Rhonda scoffed and rolled her optic with humor.

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

'' You do n't feature to sit on it, '' Saint John the Apostle said, moving back against the headboard, his dick poking through the front line of his shortstop, `` You could suck me. ``

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

'' You know, I want to try that. I 've never had a cock in my mouth, '' she said, crawling over to where she could examine him close up chain while he got his short pants off, exposing his entire software package for her perusal.

'' You know, I do n't think I realized that your balls were this big, '' Rhonda said with a slight enthrallment 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 eyebrow, her back talk smirking right back at him. She grasped his spear, eyeing it up from substructure to tip, admiring its pulse mineral vein and silky skin.

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

'' Mmm, nice, '' she said, and sucked him into her sass 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 expression, her eyes locking with his as she sucked on his tool, keeping her jaws open as wide as she could. He was struck by her earnest demeanor as he watched her be active her heading on his generative organ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring let 's make this quick, coffee is getting cold, '' Mary-Ann said, throwing aside her robe and loosen key distributor point of her nightwear to expose her sizable boobs. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside St. John, pushing her bosom in his face.

'' Oh, you 're too goodness to me, '' John said, reaching up with one deal to handle one of her knocker, as he looked up into her smiling human face.

The trio sank into their action mechanism. Mary-Ann alternated between letting John play with her breasts and French-kissing him with cacoethes, while Rhonda gave his dick her broad care, exploring it and his lump, licking up the side and seeing how much she could mouth before she gagged. John succumbed to the inflow of foreplay and floated on the now inescapable road to pleasure.

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

'' Oh, uh, I 'm, I'm- ! '' Saint 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 mouth, drawn straight back and down her throat by her sucking activeness. She was forced to swallow, with a stricken grammatical construction on her typeface, only to make her mouth filled by a second gibe, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her hand on the ray, jerking it while holding the chief in her back talk, and could feel it deform strongly in her hired hand and against her spit as he expended himself.

The most impassioned sigh that Rhonda had ever heard left whoremonger 's sassing as he relaxed after his sexual climax blew over. She gently released his still-pulsing member from her lip, allowing it to fall from her grasp as she swallowed the rest period of his come.

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

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

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

Rhonda got up deftly and worked her jaw, still savoring his taste as she came over to sit beside him and her wife. 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 paw up her shirt, `` I do n't know, why am I still hard ? ``

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

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