He Protests, But ....

"Don't I get a say in this?" John replies.

The girls, all wearing modest terrycloth robes, rip them open and drop them to the floor. John's eyes open wide in shock. He takes in the sight. First is Isabelle, tall blonde hair falling down her back, full ripe breasts, freshly waxed.. Then Sara, a bit shorter and a bit thicker than her older sister, freckles and curly red hair, soft, beautiful curves in all the right places. Free spirit that she is, her bush is lush and natural. Finally, there's Mindy. Shortest and slightest of the three, small breasted, brunette, and darker complected than either of her sisters. He used to joke with Lisa about her being fathered by the mailman. ' Special delivery'. That always earned him a punch in the shoulder.

Izzi speaks first. "Sure you get a say, John. You get to say, 'yes'. Your only choice is, who's on first, what's on second, and you know damned well who's on third." She smiles at her little joke.

Sara adds, "Unless you want us all at once." She smiles and points to his tented pajamas.

"We can't do this! Last night should never have happened." John protests.

Mindy walks up to him, palms his erection, looks him in the eye and asks, "Didn't you enjoy last night, 'Daddy'?

"Of course I did Kitten. It .. it was a moment of weakness. What would your mother think?"

Izzi again takes the lead. " Using the Mommy Card is unfair, John. She wanted us ALL to be happy. And, as for us, we would be very happy to roll on the bed with you."

Mindy drops to her knees, taking John in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around his helmet.

God, that feels so good, he thinks. "What the hell. Why not."