The girls are already up and running!

The front door opened and closed. One more, two tiny, voluptuous, raven hair young women skipped into his life, smiling with a sheen of sweat over their bodies. Sports bras that smashed their boobs into tempting masses and revealed toned tummies has almost more material them their running shorts as they stretched, bending at the waist and bobbing as he watched. "Good morning Ja... Daddy!"

Soon the girls were hugging him, their bodies hot from the exercise, kissing his cheek and... Smelling him? Both seemed to be taking deep, heavy sniffs at his skin and purring softly in his ear. "Pizza for breakfast?"Wouldn't you like us to make you something?"coffee at least?" The girls separated and started putting their plan into action without so much as changing, wiggling their butts around the kitchen for several minutes before looking up at the speakers with a frown. "Pink Floyd to start the day, Daddy?" They smiled, two sets of blue eyes looking him up and down, pausing right around the knot if his robe as they smiled just a little bigger.

Jack's brain may have been moving in slow motion, but he certainly could appreciate those bodies in those shorts and those tops and, "Mmmmmm..." As he tried to get the bite he'd just taken swallowed, "Mornin beauties," and a kiss on the... Too late, he saw, as they started whirling around. Something told him this was what they needed to do.

He was completely unsure who was who at this point, yawning again. He managed, "Fridge, OJ.. please. and bacons... plural. multiple bacons." As he watched them, thier bodies in motion, he again tried to figure out just what it was about these two girls. The stimulated him on several different layers. he went to the cabinet and got a pint glass out, then stepped over to the fridge...