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    I also roleplay as four aged up lesbians. I focus primarily on Rose Lalonde, now 23 years old and in her fourth year of college at Vassar.

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    |084 notes| Monday, Feb 2 at 1:54 pm
    via fine-wine-and-black-lipstick (originally fourlesbianssuited)

    Anonymous asked: qurl you should go have makeouts with yo mom. it’d be so haaaaawt

    fine-wine-and-black-lipstick:

    fourlesbianssuited:

    They won’t, but I make no promises that I will similarly refrain.

    Thank you, mother. Let it never be said that you’ve done nothing for your children.

    You smile, resting a hand on her thigh to brace yourself as you lean in and press a kiss to her cheek, though with the way the room is moving, you may or may not end up kissing the corner of her mouth instead.

    So, how are you coping with the heat now? Still unbearable?

    I will happily help you remove that shirt if you are still smoldering.

    Oh, it is still quite warm. Perhaps a sudden heat wave has struck? In that case, it would be best to have as little on as possible, yes? It would be dreadful if either of us suffered from heat stroke.

    The smallest of smirks crosses your lips as you distance yourself from her a bit further, making room for you to work your way out of your shirt. For such warm weather, your clothes are remarkably dry. Oh who are you kidding, you know all too well that the night was as cool as it had always been. A small chuckle of amusement leaves your lips and you place the shirt aside before glancing over at Rose.

    I recommend you do the same, Rose dear.

    So I can behold you in all of your glory~

    You had already started to unbutton your shirt as she slid out of hers, hoping it would help deal with this unseasonable warmth. Not that it was actually that warm outside, but even as the cool air hit your bare flesh, it did little to quell the heat you were feeling radiating throughout your skin. Soon, you would sit bare from the waist up, smiling as you looked over your mother.

    Ah.. this feels much better. Another martini, mother?

    Or would you rather have a taste of your daughter?