The girls car really cook!

The girls laughed and cooked, producing not only bacon but a large bowl of scrambled eggs and a pile of toast. These had all been set on the table by the time he returned, and the girls were setting out individual plates and glasses, filled with juice. They both turned to get condiments and such as Jack came in.

During his absence, they'd been talking about any number of things. Their weird dreams, mostly. It seemed they'd both had almost identical dreams about Jack, about watching him jerk himself off over their bodies, spraying into their mouths with uncanny accuracy. Both had laughed about it, but neither could hide the way the dreams, even discussing the dreams, had made them feel. Even discussing it had filled the kitchen with a faint aroma of female heat, unmistakable to Jack's enhanced anatomy. They never dreamed, couldn't even imagine his semen might BE a ****, let alone that they had already been exposed, the creamy proteins changing their response patterns, making them need to arouse him, to build up his seed for them. Making him smell and taste better than any man ever had so that they would have no compunction about it when the time came. Their withdrawal had yet to kick in, though.

"Hey! We got everything set up. Have a seat and we'll be there in a moment, ok?" Meg had climbed up onto the counter, reaching up to get the dishes in such a way that her short dress had risen up to show off her lace boyshort panties, and Jess had undone three of the buttons on Jack's shirt since the bacon was no longer a risk to her skin, showing skin almost to her navel. neither was paying attention to the table.