Ayumi, a month later

Annie’s and Priya’s parents were nonplussed about their daughters sudden bout of morning sickness two weeks later. Both came from very religious families and they couldn’t afford an abortion anyway. So, their parents gave them an ultimatum either they marry the father or their out on the street. Either way their parents refused to taking care their teenager’s babies. Of course, saying that and doing that is two completely different things as a parent. If push came to shove I suspect their parents would help their kids out as much as they could.

Luckily Shelly, my wife, had thought ahead and I got Annie and Priya to sign the legal papers allowing me to sell the porn video. A month later I was beginning to become exceedingly wealthy. My loving wife also saw a way to make us even richer by turning the video into a series of porn videos staring Annie and Priya.

The one hiccup was a foreign exchange student, high school girl, who showed up at our door the next Saturday. Again Shelly was at work… not for much longer, I hoped. Ayumi was a Japanese foreign exchange student staying at Annie’s parents’ house and was best friends with the two dim bulbs. Naturally, she was smart enough to convince Annie and Priya to let Ayumi handle this alone.

The lithe walking wet dream, Ayumi stood in front of my door with an angry expression. The sky blue pigtails knee high black leather skirt and a see through white cashmere blouse. Through the cashmere blouse I could see her lacy black wonder bra that she didn’t really need given she already had 34”C’ cup breasts. She must have entered her growth spurt early… either way my Full Monty greeted the little nymph at full mast.

“Mr. Calmichael, you ale a vely bad man” The nymph stormed into my house on a mission, and apparently she still had her Japanese accent. Completely unaware of the peril she was putting herself in. I had already started the recording suite and gears were already turning in my head on how to get past Ayumi’s own panties. Names for this video were already running through my head, I would just edit out my last name like before.

I grabbed the tray of screwdriver {Voda+O.J.} and brownies laced with hash, and offered the vixen her choice. Apparently, Annie and Priya failed to mention the special orange juice and brownies to Ayumi. My smile grew warmer as I set the tray down after she grabbed three brownies and a tall glass of orange juice.

“And how is that Ms.?”

“My name is Ayumi; And, you took advantage of my best fliends and now they’le getting kicked out of theil home because you put a baby in them. I came hele to make sure you took lesponsibility of theil babies, or at least helped them get aboltions… theil families lefuse to even talk about that option.” Ayumi’s high pitched feminine voice was a delight to hear. She stalted munching on the snacks I gave hel while I lesponded.

“Of course, they can live with my wife and I. We are very religious as well and I will absolutely take care of my children.” I inched a little closer to Ayumi while she was busy unknowingly drinking down some vodka and eating the hash.

“This is leally vely good… whele did you get it?”

“Oh I make it from scratch using imported oranges.”

Ayumi looked taken aback at my response, though she seemed very intelligent and perceptive she obviously had yet to catch up to why I would want two teenage sex fairies in my home. Or why my wife would agree to it. Hopefully, she would personally gain the carnal knowledge why on both accounts.

“You do know my job right?” I had hoped the dim bulbs still believed my half truth.

“Hai… You ple-audition actlesses. Annie said she fancied you and made a move on you before Pliya could… but you ended up being intimate with both of them.” Ayumi’s English was flawless except for her accent. Annie and Priya were the only reason you had a way to wiggle in between Ayumi’s sexy thighs and into her own hopefully virginal cunt.

“Ayumi you are exceedingly beautiful and I just got off the phone with a director shooting a new movie in New York that wants a young Asian woman like yourself.” It seemed rather ridiculous to me but there was only one way in between Ayumi’s lithe legs and I was going for broke.

“Really?” The ash and vodka must have really done a number to her cognitive ability. Though she was still coherent enough, and blushed at my compliment. I remembered that Japanese women were inherently shy and bashful, it was delicious. Immediately her body language shifted to one of attraction and hesitation. I had an idea that she might have seen some of the pictures Priya took of me… I must have died on gone to heaven already.