A mixed response...

"Let me get this straight," Donna says, trying desperately to control her temper, "You have me sneak in on my mom in the shower, and now you want to have sex with us both, just so you can decide who is hotter?"

You think about it for a second and say, "Mmmmmm, yeah. That about sums it up..."

"Well, if it will really help you decide--" Midge starts to say when Donna quickly brings her knee up into your crotch.

You immediately crumple and lay on the floor in a fetal position. Your eyes are shut tight in pain, but you clearly hear Donna say, "Eric Foreman, you are a disgusting pig and we are not dating anymore!" before the bathroom door slams.

You open your eyes to see a still nude, still wet, still verrry hot Midge kneeling beside you, her large breasts hanging less than a foot away from your face.

"Eric," she says in a very concerned voice, "Are you okay? That looked like it really hurt!"

"Y-Yeah," you manage to stutter out as you finally begin to straighten out from the fetal position. "It did hurt. A lot... I think that Donna might have broke something..." You try to salvage the situation and say, "Could you check and see?"

"Oh, of course," Midge says, as though she should have thought of that on her own. She deftly unbuttons your pants and pulls your pants and boxers away.

Your ten-inch cock springs forward, pointing straight at the ceiling. You give Midge a worried look and say, "I don't know, Mrs. Pinciati... It looks a little swollen."