mr rogers had it coming

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james rogers had lived in the small town all his life. he was 41, still had a full head of jet black hair, slim build, quite tall. in fact, he looked good for his age even though he didnt work out at the gym.
his new neighbours had moved into the large house next door and had brought with them their two daughters, kerry and shelly.
kerry was brunette and had a chest that drove the boys wild with lust. shelly on the other hand had long blonde hair and a smaller bust which WASNT as popular with the local boys.
neither sisters really got along, but james was to bring them close than they had ever been before...

it started just last week, when james fixing the guttering and kerry had just been dropped off by her new boyfriend. mrs rogers was visiting relatives and he had the house to himself for a few days.
'hi mr rogers', kerry said and waved as james tried not to lose his balance on the ladder as he saw down this pretty girl's ample cleavage...

(OOC:1 or 2 female roleplayers needed for characters of kerry and shelly. if interested, feel free to post. thanks)
 
Kerry

Kerry moved along the walk to her daddy's big house. At 18, she was the dream of a lot of seniors at her high school. She was pretty, athletic, friendly and had a woman's body with large bouncy breasts.

Her older sister Shelly was pretty in her own right and some guys simply preferred blondes, but all the boys loved to get an eyeful of Kerry's breasts. It was an old story to Kerry, she knew how to play the boys and the male teachers. She wore clothes that only highlighted how big and luscious they were.

Sometimes some the girls teased her about her big breasts, but Kerry had always reasoned that they were simply jealous....

See Mr. Rogers on the ladder working on his gutters, she simply smiled and wished him a good day:

"Hi Mr. Rogers... A beautiful day isn't it" she grinned as she walked along the bath towards her front door. She figured he'd be staring. Old men like that never got enough, she figured.

"What are you working on....Mr. Rogers" she told him as she smiled knowing he was taking in the sights and probably getting his rocks off too.
 
mr rogers

I smiled back at Kerry, making sure i didn't lose my footing on the ladder as i stared down her top, looking at those ripe tits. She knew what i was looking at and made no attempt to hide it...But i was a married man, and here i was being teased by this girl.
'just keeping myself busy', i replied to her question, as innocently as i could, moving away slightly to hide the growing bulge in my trousers.
 
"Looks like you're doing a great job" grinned Kerry as she rubbed her fingers across her breasts teasingly.

"I bet Mrs. Rogers must really be happy" Kerry teased as she stared at the growing bulde in Mr. Rogers pants.

"I bet you've been around... a bit Mr. Rogers" Kerry continued to tease.

"I'm about to go swimming...." suggested Kerry.

"Will you be watching like usual?" Kerry tried to trick him.
 
mr rogers

I tried to keep my voice calm, but it was no good. Images were racing through my mind and my heart was beating loudly in my chest...
'er, yes, Kerry, i mean no, why would i?', i stammered, angry at myself for letting this little tramp get the better of me.
i'll get even, i told myself, and pretended to find something interesting in the guttering, as Kerry walked away, humming to herself.
I watched her go and could see the brief outline of her thong underneath her tight pants...
 
Shelly

Guys are always falling all over themselves to catch a glimpse of Kerry's enormous boobies. Mister Rogers, our new neighbor, was no exception. You see, I am only a 34B to Kerry's full, round 40DDs. And she shows them off, too, while I generally cover myself more modestly.

I have a cute face and loing blonde hair, and a curvy body, which normally would attract a lot of guys I suppose, if I weren't competing with my spectacularly hot sister.

But what the boys don't know is, her huge boobies are capped by teeny-tiny nipples, that have almost no sensitivity at all. While mother nature has blessed me with big, reddish-brown areoles that cover almost the entire surface of my smaller breasts, capped by long, wide nipples that are forever hard, and extremely sensitive. A couple of guys have found that out for themselves, of course, but it always seems to end when they spot Kerry. Some day, some guy is going to take his bulging eyes off of Kerry just long enough to realize that my boobies, while smaller, are much more beautiful...and more sensitive! Sometimes I swear there is a direct nerve connection from my nipples to my clit. I mean, the slightest touch on my chest seems to get me all juicy and excited, and I then would do ANYTHING for a guy. And I do mean ANYTHING! Some lucky guy will find that out some day, and then he won't even have eyes for Kerry.

She's my sister, and I love her, but sometimes I get so mad at her. I mean, after 50 boys fall for her, couldn't she leave at least the 51st for me?

I know how Avis feels...number 2, and has to try harder! To compensate, I've learned some, shall we say, speciual skills, that I will gladly share with the right guy when he comes along. In the meantime, I've had fun honing those skills on the few guys I catch from my sister's leftovers.

I don't show off my breasts like Kerry does. But when I'm all alone in my back yard, I do like to sunbathe topless. Which I was doing this afternoon, when I saw Kerry shamelessly flirting with Mister Rogers next door, nearly causing him to fall off the ladder.

She sashayed sexily away, ever the flirt. That's when Mister Rogers looked down at my topless form below. I winked at him, picked up a banana from the patio table, peeled it, licked at it suggestively, and winked again. He nearly fell off his ladeder again! I beckoned him to come over to our back yard and join me for friendly conversation, and whatever. Especially the whatever.
 
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As i watched kerry go, i noticed movement in the Johnson's backyard, and there was her sister Shelly sunbathing topless...
My eyes were glued to her smaller, but still luscious boobs and as i watched, she turned and smiled, a wicked grin, one that said to me i know youre watching me mr rogers, thats why my tits are bare for you to ogle.
By now my cock was gettin rock hard, and when Shelly reached over and held a banana in her delicate hands, carefully peeling it and slowly letting her pert lips engorge it, up there on that ladder i wanted my cock in that mouth...
'why dont you come over mr rogers and we can chat, or WHATEVER', she teased. My heart was beginning to hammer in my chest as the implications of the last statement hit home.
i carefully descended the ladder and made my way over to where Shelly lay and thought to myself, what mrs rogers doesnt know wont hurt her.
 
Shelly

"Mister Rogers, I see the way you look at my sister, Kerry. The same way every guy looks at her. Do you think her 40DDs are sexy, Mister Rogers?"

He nodded his head yes, but all the while he couldn't keep his eyes off of my very wide red-brown areoles, which I had not bothered to cover up, even after he entered our yard and sat down in the patio chair beside mine. For my part, I couldn't keep my eyes off the nice trouser tent under his pants zipper. Just the sight of his bulge was making my bare nipples hard and achy, and Mister Rogers definitely noticed. Noticing him noticing me only made my nipples grow even bigger and harder, which in turn seemed to make his trouser bulge grow longer and wider. We were turning each other on more and more with just our gazes at each other, and that felt so nice, so exciting.

"Kerry gets ALL the great-looking guys," I complained. "All I ever get is the left-overs! Look at me, Mister Rogers! There's NOTHING wrong with MY body, don't you agree?"

He scanned his eyes down past my bare round breasts, my cute little navel, my curvy hips, my skimpy bikini bottom, my long, smooth, pale-pink legs, my delicate little feet, and my wet-looking bright-purple toenail polish. Once more, he nodded his head in the affirmative. He was starting to breathe heavily.

"I like you, Mister Rogers," I winked. "Somehow I feel that YOU would never kick me out of your bed, just to be with Kerry!"

I could see him mentally picturing what I was suggesting, us in bed together, and he gulped nervously. I found his shyness to be refereshing, so cute and so charming. I think I started to fall in love with him just a little bit at that very moment.

"Do you like to look at men's magazines, Mister Rogers? Because I do. Sort of gets me into how men think, so I can better understand the guys I date. But it's strange, those magazines all say men find it rare and exciting to find a woman who is naturally blonde ALL over. But I don't know, being naturally blonde all over, ALWAYS seems to take second place in most guy's priorities, compared to big boobies like my sister has."

"Are YOU naturally blonde, umm, all over, Shelly?" Mister Rogers gulped.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I AM!" I grinned. I reached for the tiny string holding my skimpy bikini bottom on, as if preparing to tug it loose. "Would you like to SEE?" I giggled.
 
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I could not believe what was happening. My palms were sweating and images of my wife flashed in my mind, our stale and boring lovemaking in total contrast to what lay before me.
Mrs rogers in her girdle and old woman's bra cast aside, i tried to
remain calm as Shelly enticed me with the tiny string of her bikini bottom, asking me if i wanted to check if she was naturally blonde.
'Take it off, i dont believe you are blonde underneath', i growled and looked her straight in the eyes. If she didnt know how much i wanted to fuck that little body, she was under no illusion now...
but i could not tell her that, i was a married man, and i was old enough to be her father...but that was what made it so exciting.
My cock however, told no lies and i saw her lower her eyes and lick her pouty lips as i tried to smooth down the lump, but when she undid the string and let it dangle in front of me, her teasing had gone too far.
'i think its time daddy made a woman of you', a voice unlike mine said, and i did what any red blooded male would have done, i opened my mouth and took one of shelly's small tits inside, sucking as much of the B-cup as i could take and worked my tongue over the flesh and nipple, sucking it to a hardened peak, tugging at it with my teeth, until her tit popped back out and stood flushed and wet, as shelly gasped and cried out for me not to stop...
 
Shelly

I never thought I would be one of those cheap little tramps who goes after a married man. I have MUCH better morals than THAT!

But when next-door neighbor Mister Rogers described "Mrs. Rogers in her girdle and old woman's bra cast aside," I laughed so hard that he just about literally charmed the panties off of me.

The he challenged: "I don't believe you are blonde underneath," and I wasn't about to be called a liar in my own back yard. So I gave the string of my tiny bikini bottom a gentle tug, leaving me completely naked, and handed my bikini to my handsome and charming married neighbor.

The ridge up the front of his trousers grew very thick at the sight of my now completely naked body, my neatly-trimmed wisps of naturally blonde hair forming a triangle that pointed strainght downward, as if to proclaim "Place tongue here!"

Mr. Rogers tried to smooth down and hide the huge bulge in his trousers, but his efforts only seemed to make him even bigger and harder. I giggled at his antics. "You don't have to hide your hard-on from ME, Mister Rogers!" I licked my lips. "In fact, I'd kinda like to SEE it!"

"I think its time daddy made a woman of you," he commented in a strange voice, leaning down and sucking on my naked titties. My nipples grew SO big, and SO hard now. God, can that man ever SUCK on a breast! I was breathless, panting, wanting him SO much now!

I started to understand now, why so many young girls go after older maried men. If Mister Rogers is any example, old married guys sure do know what they are doing! They take their time, they are patient, and after years of experience, they sure do know their way around a woman's body, the way no 20-year-old guy ever does, or ever could.

I reached up and started unbuckling his belt. I slowly, teasingly unzipped him. He had on no underwear, and his cock simply popped out. It pointed straight out in front of him, all nice and long and wide and thick and hard. Just like my wispy blonde pussy hair, his hard, straight, perfectly-horizontal shaft seemed to be proclaiming "Place tongue here."

"It's VERY beautiful," I whispered, smiling. I reached my hand out to touch it, but he pushed my hand away.

"Would you like my big hard cock in your soft, wet pussy?" his beautiful throbbing love-rod seemed to be asking me.

I lay back in my patio chair, and slolwy spread my legs apart now. "Mmmm, YES, make a WOMAN out of me!" I replied to his gorgeous cock's unasked question.
 
Kerry

Kerry changed into her string bikini. It was yellow with black polka dots. It strategically hung on her big breasts and the tiny triangles hid a three inch triangle around her nipples. The little bottoms hide her thick pubic bush while the little string rode high in the crack if her rear end.

Looking out the window, she was embarrased to see what a slut her sister was being with old Mr. Rogers. It was awful to see her own flesh and blood peddling herself like some cheap and desperaret slut.

With a grin Kerry seized the opportunity.

"Oh Mom - don't you want Shelley to help with the laundry?" Kerry reminded her mom.

"I'll get her for you" Kerry added eager to help her mom but even more so to interrupt Shelley.

Kerry hurried downstairs and out onto the patio by the pool.

"Oh my... I'm I interrupting something!" Kerry called out catching the two of them by surprise.

"Shelley, mom wants you inside to do the laundry. She hates it when you forget your chores.

"Mr. Rogers... I feel so sorry for Shelley... You see... Her tits are so tiny.... and she's always embarassed by them... I stick up for her... but...." Kerry started to explain.

It was her own secret efforts to further humiliate Shelley.

"You know being blonde with such tiny tits... well it must be devasting...." Kerry went on as she jiggled her breasts trying to draw away Mr. Rogers attention.

"I'm so proud of Shelley. With her boyish body, they asked her to play Peter Pan at the local theatrical company. We are so proud of her. Who says having a boyish body does come in handy sometimes" added Kerry as she went on needlessly.

"And just last year, we were at a baseball diamond, she had her hair in a baseball cap, and some girl asked me if my brother had a girlfriend" laughed Kerry as she inferred the brother was really Shelley.

"I bet you prefer real women right, Mr. Rogers?"
 
Shelly

Kerry tried to horn in on my action with Mister Rogers, by putting down my 34Bs and trying to make me sound boyish, even trying to get me to go in the house on some lame pretense as she teasingly flashed him her 40DDs. But no way was I leaving the first man I'd had in over a month! Especially not so my SISTER could move in on him. Like her big tits don't already get her more cock than she could possibly ever handle, now she has to steal a guy away from ME, her own SISTER, too!

"Does a BOY do this, Mister Rogers?" I asked, as my tongue slowly, lovingly bathed his cock, and then slowly, sweetly sucked him into my mouth, my tongue swirling all over his most sensitive spots, deep inside my mouth. He answered my question in moans and groans, pushing himself further and further into my throat. "Does a BOY have a soft, sweet, wet, tight little pussy like THIS, for you to enjoy, Mister Rogers?" I asked, grasping his hand and slipping his finger into me.

"I may be a slut, Mister Rogers. But I'll always take good care of you! And I'll never tease you like Kerry does, with her brief tit-flash. I'll always be open and honest with you. I don't PLAY games, like my sister does."

Kerry tried to push me aside from my eager cock-sucking now, and prove herself the better fellatrix.

"This is ridiculous, Kerry!" I remarked angrily. "Why should we fight over Mister Rogers like this? We're sisters, we love each other, and we do almost everything together. Mom always taught us to share EVERYTHING. And just LOOK at how well hung Mr. Rogers is. There is MORE than enough of him for us both to SHARE!"

Mister Rogers's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the idea of having both of us sisters at once, as we both leaned in and flickered our tongues all over his long, thick, hard shaft. In cooperation now, no longer in competition.
 
mr rogers

This was all too much, my brain could not comprehend what was happening. Moments ago, i was being teased by Shelly as she bared her breasts to me, and losing all control, i took her in my mouth and sucked her small tits...in public view!
But now, i didnt care. oh, how lucky i was to be having my cock sucked by not one, but two nymphettes, especially in their own backyard.
My prick was rock hard, like someone had driven a steel bolt through it. It throbbed and ached as the two sisters fought over it, each unleashing their tongue on my cock, sucking and fondling my balls, each taking turns to swallow as much of my shaft as they could take.
My fluids we building and i felt white heat in my groin as they continued to tease me, wanking me into a frenzy...
'i'm going to fuck you two real hard and nasty', i moaned, 'but thats for later', and as i stroked their hair and pulled them close to my stiff member, i cryed out and unleased the first of my spunk into shelly's open mouth.
she gagged and withdrew, the second spurt hitting kerry in the face as she quickly moved in to her sister's place.
a third landed in her hair, my cock pumping hard, thick white gobs of cum covering these girls...
shelly recovered and i shot another load onto her, this time down her chest, as she rubbed it into her tits.
i nearly fainted from the intensity of my orgasm, but that wasnt the last these two would have of mr rogers...
 
mr rogers has it cuming

...after a few minutes, my senses came back to me and i quickly realised the insanity of what i was doing.
Shelly was wiping the cum off her tits with her bikini bottoms and Kerry winced as she ran her hands through her sticky hair...
i quickly dressed and stumbled across the yard, back to the safety of home, cursing myself for being so foolish and allowing myself to be teased by those girls.

I showered and changed my clothes, then sat in front of the fire, drinking my mug of hot chocolate, stroking mrs roger's pussy which purred contentedly...i didnt like cats, they had beady eyes, and 'snuggles' seemed to be saying to me, 'i'll tell your wife when she gets back'...
'tell her, you little ball of shit', i yelled, and then i heard a knock on the door.
 
Shelly

Through our window, we could see Mister Rogers all alone and depressed in his house, evidently talking to himslef. Kerry and I decided to go over and cheer him up. It just seemed the neighborly thing to do. We both slipped into our tiniest shorts, and tied our blouses under our breasts.

When we knocked, Mr. Rogers opened the door, holding a mangy cat in his arms, shouting "Tell her, you little ball of shit!" I wanted to ask him "Tell who what?" but then I thought, nah, forget it. Kerry and I hadn't come over to piss off our neighbor.

Mister Rogers was absent-mindedly petting this ugly cat.

"Do you like to play with pussies, Mister Rogers?" I grinned.

He growled at the cat and mumbled "Not especially."

"That's too bad..." my sister Kerry pouted, skimming off her skimpy cut-off shorts.

"...because you have two pussies standing in your doorway," I continued Kerry's sentence for her, removing my shorts as well, "two pussies that really NEED to be played with now!"
 
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mr rogers

i thought it might have been Ted, the girl's father, coming to beat the crap out of me for cuming on his daughters, but instead these two sex godesses were back for more...
my eyes were bulging out of their sockets, and that wasnt the only thing either...
i eyed both girls up and down, both dressed in skimpy shorts and blouses tied at the front, so i could see their cleavage beneath.
wasting no time with pleasantries, i ushered them inside, dropping the cat which darted out of the door, and before i had time to catch my breath, both of them were stripping off their tops.
'here are two pussies to play with', Shelly teased, and the combination of her sexy come on, little grin and wide, innocent eyes made my cock stand to attention once more.
i didnt know who to go to first, but the girls had already taken the lead...
Shelly was on her knees easing my cock out of my pants for the second time that day, as i french-kissed Kerry and groped her large breasts with my free hand, the other controlling Shelly's head as she worked her tongue along the length of my hardened shaft.
kerry squealed with delight as my fingers intruded the black patch of pubic hair which covered her ripe pussy, and i slid two fingers into her, slow at first and then harder as shelly worked my cock between her lips.
'i heard mrs rogers say you needed the bedroom decorating, and i know just the thing', shelly said excitedly as my shaft popped out of her mouth, and with that, we all made our way upstairs...
 
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Shelly

There was something just so wonderful about slowly unbuckling Mister Rogers's belt, unzipping him, and folding back both sides of his pants. Something so fun and exciting about reaching inside and pulling his confined cock out to freedom, like releasing a lifer from prison: fun, exciting, dangerous, and naughty all at the same time. My excited heart was pounding under my bare breasts, at about 1000 beats a second.

And then he slid a couple of fingers so gently, so lovingly, with such genuine affection and desire, deep into my hot and sexy sister. Watching my sister's pussy get such loving attention, no longer made me jealous of her and her enormous 40DD boobs, but really turned me ON. I playfully licked at Mister Rogers' cock, took little nipping nibbles at it, and at last opened my mouth wide and hollowed my cheeks narrow, as I finally began to suck him in. Very eagerly, and very powerfully. He was already so thick and so hard, and as I sucked down inch after throbbing inch, no matter how much of him I swallowed, there always seemed to be at least twice as much outside of my mouth as in it. His long shaft seemed endless, but I was determined to take it all down my throat, until his balls would knock against my teeth.

Then he slid a finger into me, curved it, and rubbed the underside of his knuckle against my soft, wet, spongy G-spot. That excited me even more, and I sucked even harder, until at last my lips were hard up against his big, beautiful balls, and my mouth was stuffed completely full of his hot, sexy, pulsating manliness.

Mister Rogers bent down and slid his tongue very deep into my sister's pussy, lapping at all of her most sensitive spots. Kerry was writhing and moaning, and that sight got me so hot, that I was swirling my tongue EVERYWHERE on our neighbor's cock, deep in my mouth.

"You can empty the contents of your lovely balls down my throat ANY time now, Mister Rogers," I groaned, sucking even harder now. "I want to taste, to feel, to ENJOY every sexy drop now!"

I was so out of control, sucking on this wonderful neighbor of ours now, that I barely heard my sister groan, "Make me COME, Mister Rogers!" as he continued to eat her out so sweetly and so skillfully.
 
Patford.... Your Box is full

OCC

I'm off on vacation... I'll let Patford manage Kerry if she likes.

Patford I tried PMing you but your PM box is full.

Smiles

Cindy
 
mr rogers

once more, things had gotten completely out of hand...the room reeked of sweat and sex. moans, crys, groans, blending into one orgiastic cacohony.
my tongue was plunged deep inside Kerry's endlessly wet pussy, probing every inch of her inner walls, tasting the juices that flowed out, soaking the bed sheets, as her sister blew my cock, taking my entire length in her mouth until i though she would swallow it, and then eased it out again, slow and with infinite care, which made me moan loadly at the exquisite pleasure her mouth was giving me, tiny fireworks going off inside my head.
'make me cum mr rogers', kerry cried and i increased my rhythm to match her bucking hips as shelly continued to milk me...
as the pressure built to boiling point, i cried out and unleashed my load in shelly's mouth, warm spunk filling her instantly, and she could not swallow it fast enough, as it ran out of the corners of her mouth, and onto her tits.
at that moment, kerry let out a scream and her whole body tensed as she orgasmed on my face, shaking violently as millions of tiny electrical impulses cascaded through her body.
my head swam with the power of what i had just experienced and yet again, i had been taken on a mindblowing journey which seemed to take forever to comeback down from.
 
Shelly

I collapsed backward, naked, onto the bed, into a sea of pillows. I was exhausted, but more deeply contented than I had ever been, than I had ever known I COULD be, as Mister Rogers's very tasty spunk slowly drooled out one corner of my mouth, rolling down my chin. I could feel the warm, wonderful ooze thorughly coating the whole back side of my throat. No beverage, warm or cold, had EVER felt better on my throat than his still-warm sperm juice felt, coating my throat right NOW!

My sister Kerry fell backward beside me on the bed with a moan, wearing nothing, except the biggest smile I had EVER seen on her face. Her thick pussy juice was still slowly streaming out of her, and her thighs and belly were thickly coated with the stuff. I had thoroughly enjoyed watching my sister's enormous 40DDs tremble and shake, listening to her moan and groan, and then finally scream in the purest and most spectacularly wonderful of all humanly-obtainable ecstasies, as she had come and come...and then come some more, under Mister Rogers's highly-skilled tongue. I had never seen Kerry happier, nor I had ever been happier for her. We were both panting heavily now. He had taken our breath away with how sweetly, passionately, and wonderfully he had just loved us both.

"You leave me breathless," I whispered. "You have one VERY lucky wife!"

"She couldn't care LESS about sex," he complained.

I found that hard to believe. "If you treat her half as great as you just did us..."

Mister Rogers was still kneeling over both of our naked bodies, loosely holding his semi-hard cock in his hand, shaking the final few droplets into Kerry's very deep cleavage, and onto my thick, hard red nipples. He kneeled down and kissed my mouth very passionately, hungrily, stopping me from finishing my sentence. I sat up, wrapped my arm around his neck, and slowly, gently, lovingly, appreciatively snaked my tongue into his mouth.

At the same time, Kerry wrapped her hand around his quivering cock, and guided its slow dribble down onto her tiny nipples, which have always been way too small compared to the overall enormousness of her breasts. She rubbed his love droplets deep into her breasts, like she was applying sunblock.

Just then, Mrs. Rogers entered the bedroom, her hair pinned up on top of her head in one enormous old-lady bun, and wearing a frumpy old blue terry-cloth house coat, which looked like it had worn-out about 15 years ago. Mister Rogers had evidently been right. Any woman who comes to bed like that, must have ZERO interest in sex. How sad for them both.

Mrs. Rogers took one long look at the three of us, and I thought she would scream, and maybe kill us all.

But she genuinely surprised me. A soft smile slowly spread across Mrs. Rogers's face, as she just stood there and watched our three still-trembling, post-orgasmic naked bodies on the bed. She untied her house coat at the waist, and let it fall to the floor. She then pulled out her hair pin, and shook her long, light-brown hair loose, letting it cascade down past her shoulders in the back, and swirl around the edges of her still-firm, still-round, still-shapely breasts in the front.

For a woman well past 40, she didn't look half bad. And for somoeone who's husband had just said doesn't like sex, she was panting pretty heavily from just looking at all three of us. Her growing excitement was very visible now, in the form of her hardening nipples, and the puddling moisture that was starting to matt-down her soft, brown pubic hair. I could tell just by looking at her, and listening to her labored breathing, that she had gone FAR too long witout sex! The determined smile on her face now, told me that she wanted to remedy that situation, immmediately.

"Am I too late to join your fun?" she grinned.
 
6 months later

they all gathered at mr roger's graveside as he was buried, both girls and mrs rogers smiling as they remembered the good times they all shared before the viagra overdose left him in a coma...
 
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