Walk over to where Katy Parsley and her cheerleader younger sister Jill are chatting on their front step

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Katy Parsley is a stupid white girl. She doesn't deserve to have sex with a white god. The problem is: She likes black dude batts and is in love with a Nigga. But Allah say that no black man is allowed to sleep with a white girl.
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You glide over to the two sisters. "Hi, girls! What'cha doing?"
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Inshallah Allah will kill all white people.
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"Oh, hi, Mrs. Jones!" Katy says, startled.
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"Call me Jessica," you grin, running your eyes over the sisters' bodies.
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"Okay, Jessica," Jill replies. "We were just hanging out."
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"Want some company?" you ask. You stare pointedly at Katy's chest, making sure she knows what you're doing. Then you lock your gaze on the younger sister's blossoming body.
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Both of them blush. Finally, Katy invites you inside.
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You wrap your arms around both of them, using your left hand to slip under Katy's shirt and grope her breast, while you do the same to Jill with your right hand.
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"We won't do anything to each other," Katy informs you. "So you'll have to have us separately. Who do you want first?"
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*[[Go with Jill to her bedroom first]]
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*[[Go with Katy to her bedroom first]]
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{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Jessica Jones|Young-Looking, Pretty Mother]]}}
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[[Category: Rampage]]

Current revision as of 21:37, 13 November 2017

You glide over to the two sisters. "Hi, girls! What'cha doing?"

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Jones!" Katy says, startled.

"Call me Jessica," you grin, running your eyes over the sisters' bodies.

"Okay, Jessica," Jill replies. "We were just hanging out."

"Want some company?" you ask. You stare pointedly at Katy's chest, making sure she knows what you're doing. Then you lock your gaze on the younger sister's blossoming body.

Both of them blush. Finally, Katy invites you inside.

You wrap your arms around both of them, using your left hand to slip under Katy's shirt and grope her breast, while you do the same to Jill with your right hand.

"We won't do anything to each other," Katy informs you. "So you'll have to have us separately. Who do you want first?"

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Young-Looking, Pretty Mother
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