Kim Possible Porn Story: Less Than 1000 Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of teh KP characters. (As usual)

Happy Birthday Kim

Ron rode in the black car as rain pelted the windows. He hadnt slept much the last few days, and the rings under his eyes made him look 10 years older, if that was possible. The only other person in the car was the driver, and he was completely silent for the entire drive. That was fine with him, as his mind was somewhere else entirely.

That That was incredible Ron! Kim said after an afternoon of making love. The sweat beading on her forehead made her look even that much more desirable and he leaned over and kissed her. Their Afternoon Delight turned into an evening romp.

Ronald? Chauncy, his driver said, breaking him out of a trance-like state. Youve done this every year since Well

Yes, Chauncy I know what youre saying. I know youre just worried about my health, but its OK. Really. The car stopped, and before Ron could open the door, his driver was already there with a hand out to help him if needed Can Would you mind waiting in the car?

As you wish, sir. The stately gentleman laid a hand on his Rons shoulder in a comforting gesture. Ron popped open an umbrella, and stepped from the gravel road onto immaculately trimmed grass, his legs shaking slightly. Again, his mind wasnt where he was at the moment.

Oh Ron! I love it and I love you. Her green eyes misted over as she held the small velvet box in her lap. Ron was still on one knee in front of her, and she leaned over to his expecting face. Yes Ronald I will marry you.

The two embraced and passionately kissed in the upscale restaurant as other patrons rose and applauded. The two soon-to-be college grads blushed and immediately sat back down at their table. The owner of the restaurant came over and politely informed them that the entire bill would be taken care of.

The heavy rain had now let up to a light mist, and Ron walked over to the headstone that proudly bore the name of the person he so desperately wanted to be by his side until the day he died.

Kimberly Anne Stoppable. It was such a proud name. Underneath that was the rest of the inscription. A Loving Wife and Mother, Hero, and Most Badical Kisser in the World.

A corner of Rons mouth ticked up as he remembered what the rest of the family thought about that inscription, but not much was said, and it stayed. Etched in stone forever.

Stepping forward, Ron reached under his trench coat as he held the umbrella with the other, and pulled out a single red rose. He leaned over, deftly took out the old and withered rose stem, and placed the new one in the stone vase built into the headstone all with the same hand.

Standing back up, Ron felt a new wetness on his face, but it wasnt from the rain. He reached up and wiped the tear from his old wrinkled cheek.

Happy Birthday, Kim. He said loud enough to barely be heard. I love you.

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That night, an 87-year-old Ronald Stoppable dreamed. He dreamed of his earlier life. Of Kim, his family, his friends And of all the good he and Kim had done for the world. Sometime before morning, his heart beat its last song and Ronald Dean Stoppable breathed his last breath.

The end.

Hope this didnt bum yall out too much.