Watch TV with Mr. Fukuda

You wash your hands and head into the den. Mr. Fukuda is watching a drama on the television.

"Did my wife please you?" he asks.

You stammer for a moment, taken aback by how casually he speaks.

"Yes." you say.

He turns to look at you, a knowing smile on his face.

"So how did she do it? Hands? Mouth? Did you stick your cock inside of her?"

"She just gave me a handjob."

"and? If you're going to enjoy my wife at least give me the details."

"It was... hot. I stared at her big tits. Came like a firehose."

"You like her? I can have my daughters take care of you instead if you like."

"I do like her." you say, hesitantly. "You have a sexy wife. I didn't know this was normal in Japan, but I like this culture."

He laughs and gives you a slap on the shoulder. "It is just because you have yellow fever. Anyone in Japan will help. We are very accommodating and polite compared to the Americans."

You smile. Your hesitation transforms into excitement.

"Dinner's ready" Mrs. Fukuda said. You and the old man head inside. Sitting down are two women. One of them is your age, about 18 years old. She has black twintails and small breasts.

"John, this is Emiru."

"Hi Emiru."

"Hi."

The other sister has bigger breasts, but not the same size as her Mom.

"And this is Yoko".

The two of you exchange greetings.

"Girls, John has yellow fever. So if he asks for relief, please do as he asks." said Mrs. Fukuda.

They acknowledge her with the same casualness as they would if they were being given chores.