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[ Kim Possible ] Afternoon Affair	By : vzon20011 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 59467 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, or it's characters. This is fantasy fiction parody fanficition. Don't try these ideas. This not for profit, just for fun.

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“ Mission control we are prepared for launch,” said a nude James Possible standing at the bedroom door. His penis was fully extended like a rocket.

“ Roger that,” said Ann Possible laying naked on top of her bed.

“Starting count down. 10, 09, 08, 07.…..” with each count James’ penis throbbed up, and down. “ 0! We have lift off.” Mr. Possible started to moving toward the bed. “ Vector, and speed is good. We‘re about to cross the thresh hold,” said James as he climbed unto the bed. “ Requesting to dock with Ann Possible over.”

“ Request accepted. Proceed with docking procedures, and welcome aboard,” said Ann as she opened her legs.

“ Roger that. Prepping area for docking,” said James lowering his face down to Ann’s sweet womanhood. Tracing his tongue over her swollen smooth clit. Working deeper, and deeper to the salty tang inside.

“OooooH’ The pilot sure has the right stuff,” moaned out Ann.

“ Thanks Doctor P,’ said Ron bringing his head up from between her legs.

“Ron!,” yelled out Ann surprised. Then the world around her started to revolve as if they were falling.

Rolling over, and over with Ron still firmly attached to her. Ann was unable to move her limbs. She watched as Ron slid his naked body up level with her. Even though it was wrong. Ann felt the need of wanting him inside her. Ron slammed in his penis fast, and hard. Filling her up almost like he had shoved in his fist. Ann moaned out loudly. “ Boo-yah!,” was Ron’s reply.

The moan continued as Ann woke up. Ron’s catch phrase still echoed in her head. It took a few seconds for her to realize that it was all a dream. Ann’s heart was racing from the feeling of free fall. She had tossed, and turned in her sleep. Arms, and legs were in, and out of the bed sheets. Ann was hot despite wearing a short purple tank top, bikini panties, and having the A/C on.

“ Oh’ God! Not another one!” said Ann to herself. Bringing her hands up to rub her face. Smoothing back the sweaty tussled red hair from her eyes. Her body was turned on by the dream, and she could feel her pussy needing attention. There would be no way to sleep till taking care of it. Without much thought, Ann slid her right hand down into her soaked panties. The tips of her fingers moved across a waxed smooth pussy . The middle finger pushed down into the warm moistness rubbing over her swollen clitoris. She could feel the cool wetness of the material on the back of her knuckles.

Ann’s breasts also felt constricted under the loose fitting tank top. She used her left hand to lift it up to release them. From the moonlight that filtered into the room from the window. Ann could see the hard red rubies of her nipples sitting on pearl mounds. Her left hand slid over her breasts to rub, and squeeze them. Sometimes Ann wished her breasts were bigger. So she could suck on them. Orgasmic pressure started to build up inside her. Ann gripped strongly on her left breast. The nipple was between her thumb, and middle finger. The top was brushed lightly by her forefinger. Bringing her more pleasure.

“ Oh’ oh’ oh’,’ moaned out of Ann's mouth in gasps. She rubbed her clitoris hard with two fingers in a circle. Fingers strayed down deeper into her pussy. Trying to reach more sensitive areas inside. Making wet squishy sounds as they slid in, and out. Ann spread her legs wide putting her bare feet on tip toes. A determine concentrated look was on her face staring into nothing.

Finally, Ann couldn't take it anymore. One last hard stroke caused her pussy to tighten. Her body shuddered as the orgasmic wave washed over her. “Oh’ Ron!,” escaped from Ann's lips in a whisper by accident. A hard hot squirt shot unto her fingers, and panties. Making them even more messy.

After a bit, Ann’s tighten body muscles relaxed. She spread her body flat out. Breathing hard, and heart beating fast. Ann placed her left arm across her eyes. Her right hand slowly rubbed out the last of the orgasm.

“ Why can‘t he stop haunting me?,” asked Ann to herself. Lying in the lonely darkness with her lust satisfied for now. Her mind flashed back over the past week. At first Ann was upset about Ron busting into her room trying to rescue her. Afterwards when she calmed down. She thought it was very cute, and sweet of him. Almost romantic in a way. Like the hero who rescues the damsel in the romance books. A quick fantasy image had crossed Ann’s mind of Ron dressed as an ancient warrior with sword drawn. His arm was around her naked body while he fought off monsters. This made Ann become a little aroused.

“ Ha! As if!,” she said. Shaking her head to get the image out of her mind. ‘ Ron couldn’t fight himself out of a wet paper bag.’ she thought.

As the week progressed the thoughts of Ron grew stronger, and more fantastic. Ann’s infatuated mind playfully imagined him doing more than just rescuing her. Like taking advantage of her. Thoughts of him forcing her to do dirty things got her hot, and flustered. Sometimes, she had to excuse herself when dealing with patients, or medical staff. To try finding a private place to relive the tension. Ann would get mad at herself afterwards for thinking more about Ron. She was a good mother, and wife. Not some teenager girl with raging hormones. Try as she might, the thoughts crept up on her . Then the night time dreams started to plague her. Ann would wake up feeling tired, and worn from them. Having a longing for Ron to be next to her. She hated to admit that after a week. Ann wanted to see him again.

“ Maybe if I see him again. I will feel differently,” reasoned Ann to herself again. She debated the past couple of nights in her mind about calling him to her home. “ I can call him over. Then see there is nothing that would interest me of him. Anyway, I need to clean out the coat closet at the front door. Take some of that stuff to give to charity. Work is always good for the soul. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing will happen.” said Ann. Trying to convince herself.

The next morning, Ann seemed a little bit more upbeat, and chipper than she had been in the past week. She put her red hair up in a ponytail. Then put on her black boy shorts spandex, purple sports bra, white ankle socks, and tennis shoes. She used these clothes for both work out, and housework most of the time. Ann did her morning routine of stretching, cardio, and cooling down with yoga. She was quite proud of herself being very flexible at her age. She could do things even Kimmy could do.

After meditating to be calm, cool, and collective. Ann kicked off her shoes, making her way on sock covered feet to the phone. As she got there, her resolve started to crumble. Anxiety started to grip her. Ann stood there debating again on whether it was right, or not to call. She even started to think she was betraying James by wanting to have Ron over again. It almost got to the point of her being hysterical. “ No! Dammit! Stop this!,” said Ann to herself. She wasn’t the least bit interested in betraying her husband with some teenage kid. Something like that only happens in a fan fiction. To show she was a strong woman. Ann snatched up the phone dialing Ron’s house number.

“ Hello? This is the Stoppable residence,” said Mrs. Stoppable. Ann almost hanged up. Her words didn’t want to come out. She felt like a school girl calling a boy.

“ Oh’, Ah’, Hello, Mrs. Stoppable, this is Ann Possible calling.”

“ Oh’ hello, how are you doing today?”

“ Fine thank you, and you?”

“ Couldn’t be better. So why have you called?,” asked Mrs. Stoppable.

“ Well I was wonder if Ron could help me do something here. James, and the kids are away. That is if he is able to, and not busy,” said Ann. ‘ I hope he is too busy to come over,’ thought Ann secretly. Gnawing on her finger nail. Heart beating fast.

“ No problem Ann, Even if he is busy, or not. I’ll send him right over. He’s been stuck in his room most of the week. Getting out will do him good. Anything else?” asked Mrs. Stoppable.

“Ah’, No thank you. Goodbye,” said Ann. Hanging up the phone. Ann felt giddy with her heart beating faster. “Oh’, my god! I did it,” she said. Going to a front window gnawing on her finger nails waiting for Ron to show up.

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