Getting some help

Raven and Desiree crane their necks around in eerie unison to glare at Gwen.
"Ah ha, I didn't mean..." Gwen eeks out, beginning to wilt.

"And besides! John loves me, not you! You're just a part of me," Raven finishes smugly, turning back to her fractured personality's body.
"Only the best part! If I hadn't been here, he wouldn't have even noticed you!" Desiree underlines the statement by turning to present her profile to me, a hand shooting up to flick the cloak off her shoulders, arching her back, thrusting her chest and ass out, licking her lips seductively and eyeing me hungrily out of the corner of her eye.
"Rrrgh!" Raven and Desiree continue their bickering while I put a supporting arm around Gwen's shoulders, who melts against my side and gives me puppy-dog eyes.

"They yelled at me..." she whines plaintively, a finger tracing around my chest.
"Don't worry, I think I can fix this, and you're going to help me," I say, grinning at her.
"How?" she asks innocently. I start rubbing her ears slowly from the bases to the tips, scratching them with my fingernails just barely. An instinctive whimper of lust comes out of her lips as she presses her body into me more, turning so her tits brush against my chest and her pussy starts grinding my leg.
"You like that?" I ask slyly, my grin widening.
"Mmhmmmm," She moans out. She's actually sliding up and down my body a bit now.
"Then here's what you do..." I whisper the plan into her twitching ear and let up on the teasing.
"Oh, I get it," She grins back up at me in anticipation.