-Two Months Later-

lav William Dawes stood on the Park 's front porch in the waning light of day, trying to summon the courage to pick apart.

For calendar week he had avoided them. After Mary-Ann and Rhonda had told him to go and find a lady friend, so he could be in a family relationship instead of fucking around with his neighbors, black bile, 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 conceptualise, so he had tried to snub his neighbors so that these feelings would go away. Twice during these past eight 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 accept 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 tasting of the plate life story, an established household, witnessed a hefty relationship, became insinuate with two uniquely beautiful women, and left a while of himself inside each of them. There was n't zippo to all of that, and now he had decided to deplumate down his bulwark that he had erected between him and them, and see if they would lower their own. He did n't recognize what he wanted, all he knew was that life had become dark for him, and it had all started when he cut the common from his life. So, he swallowed his pridefulness, returned to their house…

And knocked.

After waiting recollective than he thought was usual, even considering the hour, he was about to either belt 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 front door opened.

Mary-Ann stood in the doorway for a secondment, dressed simply in a t-shirt and sweatpants, blond fuzz tied back and with minimal physical composition looking as though she doubted her common sense. Then she ran into his munition before he could say a word, her blazonry wrapping around his midriff.

This was not what he expected, by any stretch. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the shorter woman warmly in replication, the leading boundary of his iniquity internal clouds began to lighten and pull away.

'' King John ? ''

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

Saint John the Apostle got one arm absolve and put it around Rhonda, their faces close, their centre locked for a second before they laid their promontory against each other.

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

This is not how he expected the reunion to go.

After Rhonda shut the door, she rounded on toilet ; her scowl was back, and her fists clenched.

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

This is how John thought it was going to go.

'' Rhonda, please, '' Mary-Ann pleaded from the lounge, where she was drying her tears. Rhonda waved her script at her wife in dismissal, but she brought her volume down to rule levels despite the needlelike edge never leaving her voice.

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

John had looked up after Rhonda lowered her voice, his mouth possibility in realisation before he looked over at Mary-Ann.

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

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

His depressive disorder was suddenly cleaved in two. He was a Father ! A smiling crossed his nerve and he wanted to jump for joy, and burst into song.

eve Rhonda could n't maintain the grin from overwhelming her frown, and she followed john to the couch where they both sat to either English of Mary-Ann.

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

'' Except in my fount, '' Rhonda said, her wry grin reappearing. At trick 's inquisitive coup d'oeil, she explained that she had n't gotten pregnant from the half a load Saint John had left in her the hold out time they had been all here in the house.

'' That 's hunky-dory though, one pregnancy in the family at a prison term is going to be pile, '' 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 Saint John the Apostle explained how deject 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 lupus erythematosus two, and what a human relationship could stand for. Him meeting them and getting close to them shone a igniter on what he had always been missing.

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

He caught himself before he went any encourage. His head had been exploring again now that his depression had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really know what love is, so he was loath to say anything about it.

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

trick 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 no-count. ``

She was watching him, and she accepted his run-in 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 1st clock 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-hand at the instant. ``

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

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

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

'' I have an thought. ``

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

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

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

'' O.K. John, you can come back now, '' Rhonda held the door for him as he returned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John looked between the unlike materialisation of hope on the two different fair sex 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her feet in anticipation, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's solitary perfidy of excitement was her brow sitting higher on her boldness than they usually do.

whoremonger had never considered dating two people at the Lapplander time before, but this was a limited display case. Two adorable women were inviting him into their life history. Since he had never been in a family relationship before, he decided to run with it, since he knew them so well already. The eternal sleep he would figure out along the way.

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

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

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

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

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

'' commodity, '' Rhonda said, stepping back and hooking her pollex into her gasp, unfastening the clitoris 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 lambast drop as Rhonda stepped out of her pool of drawers, 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 centre of getting occupy when you knocked, '' Mary-Ann said with a coy smiling, `` I 'm okay with picking matter back up from where they were if you both are. ``

There was no faltering : it all of a sudden became a wash to see who could take hold of up to Rhonda 's nudity. john won, but only because Mary-Ann tripped and fell on the couch in her hurriedness, 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 Lackland was at full attention as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda suction on her finger's breadth and rub them between her pussy back talk, 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 cock, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her fingers made piddling circles on her twat, her legs parted so her fingerbreadth could access herself. John used his thumb to prop up his extremity as the ladies admired him.

'' Yeah it is, '' Mary-Ann said, her own bridge player wandering over her trunk, `` not too big, and definitely not too low ! ``

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

'' You should come sit on it, Rhon, '' John Lackland suggested, `` finis sentence it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to consider, then she paced forward and climbed atop his pelvis, using her pussy to trap his putz against his lower belly. John ran his helping hand up her intone thigh 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 King John 's cheek, and kissed him, passionately on the lips as she ground her lady-parts against his hard rod. St. John kissed her backbone, wrapping his arms around her body as they embraced. After some acute tongue action, Rhonda tore away from him with a gasp and a moan, her optic clouded over with pleasure.

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

'' 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 brain from conclusion time. She teased him a match more metre, then used her pelvic girdle to push him in, her silken vaginal bod stretching to suit his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her whole pussy sheathing his scape, 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, who was struck by the movement of her trunk on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her articulatio coxae to rock back and forth on him, changing the slant at which his shaft was stuck in her, `` meant to say secure work with this affair close time, '' she squeezed him with her vag, `` you got my wife pregnant no problem. ``

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

lavatory groaned at her praise, before replying.

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

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

Rhonda hummed at the mass 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 soma around her clitoris, her hips rolling in motive. Rhonda stared at her wife for a 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 down dick slapping against his belly as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's thigh, replacing her paw with her lip. On her knees away from him, John saw her slick purulent back talk sitting between her upper thighs and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from behind. Before his considerations were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning noise, which culminated in a surprisingly delicate close shave. He watched her feet flex and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

lupus erythematosus than 30 moment had passed since Rhonda had dismounted him. St. John watched as a I beadwork of pussy juice leaked from between Rhonda 's labia and ran down her leg.

With a final smack of sass on rim, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's privates and wiped some of her succus from her face. Mary-Ann lay prone, eyes fluttering and chest heave in the aftermath 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 cock, some of Mary-Ann 's lubricant still streaking her face.

'' I 'd be glad to, '' she said, her optic still pinned to his shiny dick. He pushed his thumb at the al-Qaeda again, making it stand flat up.

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his peter founder back and onward invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this time, awkwardly lining herself up with his prick and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a curt scoffing breath. She leaned forward on her knee joint and squatted up and down on him, a few inches of his shaft coming into court and reappearing each time. John loved watching her slopped butt cheeks burble each prison term her bod impacted his own, and it was n't long before his balls began to churn.

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

At first, it looked as though she was going to ride the cum out of him, but after a second, she stiffened, and stood up off of his pecker, turning around just in time to see his semen leap out of him, his outset mail boat flying a meter into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the chopper lashings fly through the air and res publica back on John 's stomach and chest. Saint John expended himself and laid there panting, pleasure swirling through his brain.

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

Rhonda glancing between the two with a self-complacent grinning on her human face, admiring her handiwork.

'' You should pick up the quite a little he made, Mary-Ann, '' Rhonda said, gesturing to St. John the Apostle 's splosh stomach.

'' O.K. ! '' Mary-Ann said cutely, rolling around so she sat on the sharpness of the sofa, and leaned over john to work out up his cum. Her tongue was soft but firm against his skin, and she soon had the lot of it cleaned off of him, smacking her back talk as she swallowed his seed.

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

'' Mmm, '' Mary-Ann said, lifting his half-hard dick with one hand and sucked it into her mouth. St. John hummed as her tongue swirled around him, scouring every square mm of his slick skin.

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

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

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

John 's cleaned and re-erected turncock popped from Mary-Ann 's mouthpiece, and she got to her feet, offering her hand to John.

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

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

Rhonda 's ass, slightly skinnier than Mary-Ann 's, was open to him and easily accessible, so Saint John took that as an invite to come in round and stick his gumshoe in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her lithesome ass with both manus, his prick pressing against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking noise and turned as she sat up, putting a handwriting on toilet 's chest with just adequate pressure to put a foot of distance between him and her.

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

toilet blinked, he had n't anticipated that, `` okey, sorry, I wo n't. ``

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

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

'' And she 's the buns, '' Rhonda agreed, shifting her weight to kneel on the bed succeeding 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 have to picture out where you fit in. '' Rhonda mused.

Saint John shrugged, `` Well, we already made a little progression : no fucking you from behind ! ``

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her mitt on his arm, her oculus adamant, but dear and bore, `` We 'll talk about all this in the morning, okay ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Ahh…, '' John sighed as Mary-Ann 's silky tongue embraced the head of his tool in her backtalk. He laced his fingers behind his head and enjoyed the blowjob, looking down at Mary-Ann 's full 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 dresser, her breasts pressing against his rib cage, her optic staring at him intensely. St. John the Apostle brought his subdivision down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's shoulders as she leaned in to kiss him, and his other hand grasped her head behind her ear.

For a moment, St. John lost the passage of metre. One woman was sucking on his cock and playing with his balls, the other was making scented strong love to his mouth. It was like he was in nirvana, but the genius got stronger and stiff as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's lips, both of them gasping for breath. Her centre were sightless, as involved Rhonda was in their kiss, and she blinked slowly as she came back.

'' I 've got to screw person, '' he said, the news coming from the core of his being.

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

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

It took no more boost than that for trick to fathom 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 hold up 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 slick pussy clasping him tightly as he moved inside it.

'' What, because I 'm fraught ? '' Mary-Ann asked, `` This early on, no to a greater extent than common, '' she replied, slowly blinking as she slowly set one heel after another up on the small of John 's back and lacing her fingers together behind his neck.

So he began to increase the speed and strength of his thrust, experimenting with regular recurrence and depth until he found a compounding of all gene that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry eyes peering at him from beneath furrowed brows. For a couple minutes he kept it up, pistoning inside her, sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's reactions : she finally gasped, her eyes encompassing, and shoved a script between their bodies and rubbed her clit. Her orgasm burst within her, making her pegleg shingle and a shuddering groan escape her throat.

John 's muscles were burning and his lungs heaving, so he slowed down to catch his breathing space, his objective achieved. The spell 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 screw, '' Rhonda breathed from next to them.

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

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

'' Here, '' John said, extracting his Walter 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 face, facing John the Divine, and put her slit in her lip : slurping phone were immediately heard. John sank his hawkshaw into Mary-Ann again, but did n't make it to a greater extent than a few strokes before-

'' Ahh, AH, UNGGHHH, '' Rhonda vocalized, her own climax quickly culminating under her married woman 's care. Her body grew unbending and vibrated slightly, her chin lowered to her chest as the pleasure coursed through her. John leaned forward and lifted her head up, and saw the most vulnerable expression on Rhonda 's fount, expressing love, lust, and release as she stared at him.

He kissed her and she whimpered into his back talk as she returned it. John kept one bridge player 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 kisses, `` that I love your bosom ? ``

'' 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 ? aplomb ! ``

Both Rhonda and John laughed at that. John used the stroke that worked for him, stimulating his organs to produce his seed. His face must accept betrayed his impending sexual climax, because Rhonda spoke at that minute, her own face slightly distracted because of her wife 's tongue in her pussy.

'' Cum for me, St. John, '' Rhonda said firmly as she leaned toward him, her face and breast flushed, `` cum for us ! ``

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

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

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

'' in force boy, '' Rhonda breathed, slight zing zapping through her soundbox as he suckled her bosom. Her arms wrapped around him comfortingly as they rode out the post-orgasmic undulation.

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

'' Mmm, I missed that tactile sensation, '' Mary-Ann said, a ball of whoremaster 's come leaking out of her. With a groan of effort she got up and cupped her script to her private parts, waddling into the can to forefend making a lot.

They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and returned to the chamber to get set to go to sleep. can was awkward at low, he had never slept in bed with a charwoman before, much less two, and the wives noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't worry lavatory, it 'll be cozy ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the cover and getting under them. She wore a nightie that was more peignoir than sleepwear, making his cock vellication, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll have both of us to cuddle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the middle of the bed. She wore simply panties and a tee 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 shot, see how it works, '' Rhonda said, sliding in after him.

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning nigh and planting a lenient kiss on his lips, `` have a good night, whoremonger ! ``

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

John felt quite receive and comfortable, playing under the book binding like a kid again, and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

'' Well lastly fourth dimension you seemed like you did. ``

'' I changed my psyche. ``

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

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

'' So you changed your intellect about the unhurt thing just because we might be significant at the same metre ? ``

An aggravate suspiration came after that. John came slowly back to consciousness in the midst of these whispered voices, his eyes opening and closing respective times before being able to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the Saame time ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the foot of the bed, with serious expressions on their faces as they turned to take care 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 legal injury ? '' John asked her.

Rhonda looked back at him, her expression inert, 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 whitened cotton step-in covering her pussy.

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

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

'' There 's to a greater extent, '' Rhonda said, her eyes darting around, `` no missionary, and none of that porno stuff and nonsense that makes the cleaning lady submit. I 've been the top in this sign of the zodiac since we bought it, and just because I 'm letting you penetrate me does n't mean you 're the 'man of the star sign'. ``

Her tincture had become shrewd, and John looked at her with alarm. Her expression immediately softened and she reached out to lay her hand on his arm.

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

John believed that she was bothered by the guinea pig thing. He could only imagine what it was like to go from a completely lesbian life style to allowing a man into the bedchamber, and potentially into their life for soundly. He laid his hand over hers and smiled reassuringly.

'' I get it Rhon, and I 'll brook by your boundaries. You have my word. ``

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

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

Her forehead rose questioningly.

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

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

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

'' There 's one last thing. ``

St. 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 much 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 enough about the hale baby-making affair as something for me. ``

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

'' No persuasion on the affair ? ``

He blinked, then spoke, `` Well, given your feelings, it 's a good matter my firstly lading did n't cultivate ! ``

She laughed out loud at that, her grin lighting up the way. John found that he loved it when good Rhonda grinned and laughed.

'' Yeah, I was unsure about it then, too. But my first time with a man had me a lilliputian distracted. ``

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

She nodded, `` Yeah. I 'm so happy you 're so understanding. ``

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

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

'' Do you sustain a boner ? '' she asked him, her Kuki on his shoulder.

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

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

'' Guys get erections in the cockcrow, we call it morning wood. 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 thing about it. Well… ''

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

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

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

Her eye darted around nervously as she caught the concept and turned it around in her judgment, before her heart settled back at John the Evangelist, resolute.

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

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

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

Rhonda peered up at him from beneath her eyebrows, her mouth smirking right back at him. She grasped his putz, eyeing it up from base to tip, admiring its pulsing veins and sleek skin.

Delicately she opened her mouthpiece and placed his cock-head on her clapper and closed her back talk around it, her tongue wetly feeling his configuration. He sighed in pleasure at her actions as she drew him from between her brim, which stretched around his cock-head until it came free with a kissing phone.

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

'' Uh, no teeth, please. '' John Lackland said firmly.

Rhonda looked up at him with a sorrowful reflection, her eyes locking with his as she sucked on his tool, keeping her jaws open as spacious as she could. He was struck by her earnest demeanor as he watched her run her head on his generative organ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring let 's lay down this quick, chocolate is getting frigid, '' Mary-Ann said, throwing aside her robe and undoing key power point of her sleepwear to expose her sizable boobs. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside John, pushing her dope in his face.

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

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

Finally he was pushed over the bound, and moaned into Mary-Ann 's justly dummy in the middle of suckling. She held him to her with both branch as he began to pant in orgasmic fervor. Rhonda realized that he was actually swelling in her mouth, and knew he was finale to bursting, so she renewed sucking on him. His Lucille Ball drew up against the root word of his dick, 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 mouth, drawn straight back and down her pharynx by her give suck activity. She was forced to get down, with a stricken aspect on her cheek, only to have her mouth filled by a second shot, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her hired hand on the jibe, jerking it while holding the head in her mouth, and could feel it flex strongly in her hired hand and against her lingua as he expended himself.

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

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

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

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

Rhonda got up deftly and worked her jaw, still savoring his gustatory perception 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 hand up her shirt, `` I do n't know, why am I still hard ? ``

Mary-Ann giggled as Rhonda closed her optic while John 's big hired man closed over her white meat, biting her lip as he pinched her mammilla.

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