The next morning.

You wake up with morning wood having dreamt of all three of your roommates sucking you off. As much as both you and Sara would have liked to sleep together you both agreed it may lead to something more serious than cuddling later and it would hamper your much needed sleep for work the next morning.

"Morning, girls," you greet your roommates after you come out of the bathroom. "Do you want me to make some breakfast for you?"

"Morning, Mark," Alice and Sara reply back. They are sitting at the dining table sipping mugs of coffee. "Yes, please!"

"Where's Jen?" you ask, pouring yourself some coffee.

"She's still asleep," Alice answers. "She's not a morning person."

"Maybe she will be after I make some pancakes, bacon, and eggs?"

"Mmmm, I'm starving!" Sara groans as you you open the fridge door to bring out the ingredients.

"How do you want your eggs?" you ask.

"Unfertilized!" Alice giggles.

"Ha ha. Seriously, how do you want your eggs?"

"Sunny side up," your brunette roommate replies.

"Me too!" Sara adds.

"What did you girls eat for breakfast before I moved in?" you wonder as you crack a couple of eggs into the frying pan.

"Cereal," Sara answers.

"I grab a bagel on the way to work," Alice replies.

You chat with the girls as you make the pancake batter, talking about their jobs and coworkers. After you start cooking the bacon Jen groggily shuffles in, wearing a wife beater t-shirt too small for her big breasts and thong panties. "I smell bacon!"

"That's because Mark is making us breakfast!" Alice chirps and kisses her girlfriend as she passes by on her way to get some coffee.

"How do you like your eggs?" you ask Jen.

"Unfertilized," she laughs while she pours coffee into her "I Love Pussy!" mug with a cute cartoon cat.

You sigh at the unoriginal joke. "I'll make sure I pull out the next time I fuck you then!"

"I'll take my eggs scrambled and you can cum on my face and tits," she whispers in your ear before take a sip of her coffee and heading to the dining table.

You try to think of the least sexiest thing -- the one time when as a young boy you had accidentally opened the bathroom door and saw your grandmother on the toilet -- to deflate your erection while you finish cooking breakfast.

"Thank you, Mark!" the girls cheer in unison when you arrive at the dining table with their breakfast.

"Don't thank me because I don't have time for to satisfy all three of you before I leave for work," you chuckle.

The girls boo at your joke and throw their napkins at you.