Dinner arrives

Two sexy girls snuggled in his lap, their minds impaired by the lingering effects of THC and intense exposure to a bombardment of subliminal messages, both audio and now visual. Humming softly to each other as his shaft swelled down one leg of his pants. He could feel the girl it touched, her raven hair shifting as she turned her head, not even an inch, to breath in the smell of him through his pants, her face nuzzling the head of him through the fabric. She never said anything, never even gave a hint that anything was wrong, though soon they were both taking breaths so deep that it made their breasts strain the already tight silk of their nighties. Hips jerked slightly, bucking from time to time in response to something Jack's brain couldn't even register.

After some time of this the doorbell rang, summoning him to retrieve their supper. The girls sucked in their breath as though waking from a deep sleep and sat up, looking around them, confused as to their environment, but calmed and lay back down once Jack got up to pay the bill.

When he got back, though, both girls' heads were in his spot, but neither was watching the TV any longer. No, they were preoccupied with a deep, passionate, slow, upside-down kiss. The kind you never see in porn. This was too real, too sensual. Their nightgowns had ridden up, as well, revealing thin, lacy waistbands, thick, curvaceous booties, and strong, clenching legs on both twins.