Well, you asked for it, you got it...

However, due to the mature nature of this post, some parts will be edited so that nobody tries to sue me or anything.

I just had a very interesting time of it online.

See, Heather and I and Liz & Becca were all in a chat room, and it got very interesting.

You see, Heather called me earlier, while we were both talking to John-Boy online. He wanted to sexually frustrate her, but she wouldn't let him, since he and Squeaky went to go cheer somebody up. But I gallantly offered to step in and take care of all sexual frustration needs that might arise.

With innuendo flying, the four of us started cuddling. It was a little bit awkward at first, but we got used to it pretty quickly.

I mean, only Becca'd ever had any experience with lesbian sexual interludes, but the situation was just too perfect to pass it by.

Two redheads, and twins; it's a match made, if not in Heaven, at least someplace where porn czars dream of...

So, y'know, there we all were, just kinda laying back and chilling, doing our best to whip all of us up into a frenzy, and then Lizabet

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...lipstick!

By this point, actually, Lizabet was so worn out that she had to go and have a lie-down on the couch away from the computer by herself.

So instead of a lesbian orgy with twins, we were down to a lesbian threesome, but that was probably just as well... otherwise we would have worn poor Heather out before she reached the point of no return, instead.

So then Becca and I started to involve Heather in a little game of

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...No, not the midget!"

But it was too late for poo Heather... because sure enough, it was definitely the midget through and through.

By now Heather'd started making funny noises, which were even funnier typed out. But I can't tell you what any of them were or she'd hit me.

Well, then Becca had the bright idea of

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...and by then there was nothing for it but the ice cubes, or else we probably would have set the bed on fire.

I don't think it was very long after that before all three of us had to leave to have some "me" time.

See, John-Boy? You aren't the only one!

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Written with Becca's help; thanks bunches dearheart!