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*FANFIC* Kim Possible: Kim's Bonnie Tell*FANFIC*
Disclaimer: Meh. 230 fics, you guys don't know I don't own KP, already? I don't own it. Okay. Follows KAB. Happy Reading. Following Kim Possible's little escapade with Bonnie Rockwaller, with being stuck to her and the Swedish massage thing, Kim was at Bueno Nacho with Ron Stoppable. "I am so glad that we are back to normal. I hated being stuck to Bonnie so much," Kim said. "All of that stuff that I had to put up with." "So did I. It was rather annoying with Barkin. I did get some exercise with him. Went to the gym on Saturday. I wanted to go to the mall..." Ron said. "I was at the mall on Saturday afternoon for a while," Kim said. "Seaweed wrap and psychic reading for Bonnie and some makeup stuff. She was freaking annoying, but meh." "So, what happened between you and Bonnie? Anything fun or crazy?" Ron said. "I'm just curious." "She has two older sisters. I think they were in their twenties or close to it," Kim said. "Well, Mrs. Rockwaller does look older than 40." "She's actually forty five." "What else happened?" Kim sighed a deep sigh. "She and I... I guess we both masturbated together. I did that thing with her, you know the... Swedish maggage thing I have?" "The white one under your bed?" "It's in the drawer of my bedstand," Kim said. "You moved it?" "Yes." "Why?" "It doesn't matter!" "So, tell." "Well, all we did is that I tried to touch myself while sleeping next to her, she figured it out and caught me, and eh, she was like, "Wanna help each other" so, with that Swedish massage thing in between our... areas, we... did it." "What was it like?" Ron asked. "It was like masturbating with somebody there. She was under me, I was on top of her. It was like I always do it with that thing. With a pillow under me." "Was it that bad?" "No. It was nice. I just have my opinion of what it was like. She's an okay kisser, but that was just like... one time thing, you know what I mean? I mean, we didn't even touch each other.... well, she had her hands on my breasts. I guess she likes them." "Who doesn't?" Ron mumbled. "What?" "Nothing." Ron grinned. "That it?" "That's it." "That surprised me." "Really?" "Yeah." The End. |
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I love writing ++ current << me I am Ashley. 20. Female. Short. Sophomore in College. Psychology Major. Single. Brunette curly hair with brown eyes. Texan born and raised. The one word that describes me perfectly is eccentric.
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