Dressed

I got out of the bed and took another shower. Once I was dressed, I went into the living room. Rebecca, Danielle and Mrs. Foreman were already there waiting for me. They looked at me, almost expectantly.

"Have a seat, John," Mrs. Foreman told me. I sat in a recliner, facing the three women. "Well, I think it's about time you knew why you we invited you here."

I nodded. I was rather curious, although I suspected my make out session with her had something to do with it.

Mrs. Foreman looked at her daughters, as though she was silently asking their permission for her to proceed. "Well, we're happily married, especially Rebecca and Danielle. At least, we were. There's a bit of a problem," she said, wincing.

I frowned. "What's the problem?"

Rebecca looked at me squarely in the eye, while Danielle fidgeted nervously. "John, we have a problem that only you can help us out. Before we tell you, are you willing to help us?"

"Rebecca, you know I'd be willing to do anything to help you. But in order to help you, I need to know what I'm up against."

Danielle raised her eyebrows, as though I had hit on the subject. Rebecca continued, smirking slightly, "Well, what you're up against, or what you will be up against is my body, then my sister's and then my mother's."

"What?"

"We want you to have sex with us. Because..."