Jake thought, 'hey, if they are raiding my food, least they can do.'
"Carla, I'd love a turkey sandwich, if don't you mind?" Jake explained what he was looking for in a sandwich. He had started getting into a detailed breakdown, but the look Carla gave him led him to settle for what she decided to do. So long as the sandwich had all the key ingredients, it wasn't going to be so bad.
Maria and Sarah settled down on the couch with their plates in hand, a modest amount of food on each plus the bag of potato chips.
Carla joined them shortly after, and Jake graciously took his plate from here and took a seat on the only other furniture in the living area; an armchair with an oversized ottoman. This meant Jake had to put his feet up horizontally. Jake was still only wearing the towel. Jake's cock and balls were viewable, it was a dim view as the towel created a shade.
"Any good channels on this thing?" Sarah asks, picking up the remote. She pressed the power button.
[A sports channel greets them.]
[A cooking channel greets them.]
[A movie channel greets them.]
[A porn channel greets them.]
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