A few minutes later, Sandra finished the paper, and asked me what I did with it when I was done. I told her that I put it in a stack in the corner of the kitchen so that one of the local Boy Scout troops could come by and collect it at the end of the month. She went to put it away, taking hers and my coffee cups in the process – Robyn was still working on hers. When she came back, she handed me my cup and set hers on the arm of the couch before setting in on my other side, resting against me. The three of us sat there watching TV until the program ended, when Robyn got up to take the cups into the kitchen.
When she came back, she planted herself in my lap, facing Sandra, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"
I teased her, asking, "Did you say 'what' or 'who'?" – and making both of them laugh before Sandra offered, "I hope it's not me. As much fun as that was last night, I'm a little sore this morning. I don't think I'm ready for any, uh, activities yet."
Robyn grinned at her, and said, "Yeah, I know how you feel – same thing happened to me. No, I want something to eat – you know, food?"
Sandra grinned back, and answered, "I could stand something to eat, too – like maybe a whole cow, or something. Now that you mention it, I'm*starved*!"
Both of them looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh before telling them "I used to wonder how the two of you managed to stay so trim – then I found out, last night!"
Both laughed; then we started figuring out what we wanted for breakfast. Sandra let Robyn keep her seat, and went into the kitchen to see what I had to eat. She came back to report that I had enough stuff that she could make us a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and fried potatoes. That sounded pretty good to us, and Robyn got up to go help her fix it – Sandra insisted that I just sit back and relax; fixing me breakfast was a 'thank you for making me feel so good last night'. I knew that Robyn, at least, was good enough in the kitchen to handle simple things; I could only trust that Sandra was just as good, or at least willing to let Robyn take charge when necessary. A bit later, Sandra headed into the bedroom, coming back out with a robe on. Obviously, she'd rediscovered the hazards of cooking bacon while nude. A minute later, Robyn followed her example – more to 'fit in' with being semi-dressed than anything else, I figured.
After a few minutes, Robyn reappeared, and began setting up the small table I had in what I used for a dining area. Placemats, dishes, glasses, flatware, and all the rest of the works soon took their places. That accomplished, she headed back into the kitchen. A couple minutes more, and the two of them came out with breakfast on platters that they put on the table. I got up and headed over to sit down with them – there wasn't a doubt in my mind that if I delayed too much, they wouldn't hesitate to leave me only scraps.
We chatted a bit as we ate, with me finding out what their plans were for the day, and so on. I also let them know that I'd be busy on my work, but that it wasn't anything that couldn't be interrupted.
Fortunately, they'd made plenty of food, so all of us got our fill – but there wasn't a bit left when we were done, either.
After we finished, Robyn told Sandra and I to go ahead and leave the table – she'd be the one to clear it, and wash the dishes (well, load them into the dishwasher). Sandra offered to help, as did I, but Robyn just told us that it was still Sandra's special time, and to do what she said. Sandra and I looked at each other, shrugged, and did as we were told – me laying back on the couch with Sandra on my lap and leaning against me, the two of us snuggling. A short time later, Robyn came in to take a similar position on Sandra. The three of us sat there for a while, simply content to be in physical contact with each other.
Finally, though, time – and the drinks we'd had – conspired to get us moving. We got up and headed into the bedroom; Robyn and I waited for Sandra to finish her ablutions in the bathroom, then as Sandra changed into her suit, I waited for Robyn. When she reappeared, I waited for her to change, then kissed both of them before they headed for the pool. I took the opportunity to grab a quick wakeup shower, before heading into the living room to get started on what was left of my workday.
For the rest of the day, one or the other of the girls would come in every so often; sometimes for something to drink, sometimes to see if I needed anything, sometimes to use the bathroom. Whatever the reason, they were always discrete about it, careful not to disturb me. Other than sex, one of the previous evening's topics of discussion was what I did, and how I did it; I'd managed to get them to understand that even though I had a certain amount of liberty in my schedule, I was still obliged to meet certain deadlines. They also came to realize that what I did required a certain amount of concentration, as well.
With our late breakfast, none of us felt any need to do anything about lunch, so it was late afternoon before the two of them made it back to the apartment together. Again, they were careful not to bother me as they headed into the bedroom to change out of their damp suits. A few minutes later, they reappeared in shorts and halters to watch a little TV from the couch, with the volume kept low.
Perhaps a half hour later, I finished what I was doing, and carefully saved my work before going over to take a seat on 'my' chair. After a nudge from Robyn, Sandra got up and came over to park herself in my lap. I put my arms around her, and hugged her, saying "Thanks for being so considerate today. It's usually kind of hard for me to get things organized when I start working, and you – both of you", this directed to Robyn, "helped a lot by not disturbing me. As a reward for your thoughtfulness, I'll take us all out for supper, if you're hungry."
Sandra hugged me before snuggling into me again before saying "I'm kinda hungry, but I'm not in any hurry. This feels nice", with Robyn adding "Me either. Let's just wait a bit, and then decide, okay?"
"That's fine with me", I answered, content with the idea of having Sandra in my arms for a little longer.
After a while, though, the idea of supper started sounding better and better; I finally broke the silence by asking "Is anyone besides me ready to eat?"
The girls looked at each other, and laughed; then I realized the other 'interpretation' of what I'd just asked. As their laughter died, I said "Let me rephrase that: Is anyone besides me ready for SUPPER?"
Both admitted that they were, so we talked over the options, finally settling on going out to a nearby branch of a national restaurant chain. They didn't particularly want to have to 'dress up', and I wanted to go someplace where the food didn't come in a bag.
As they both stood up, I noticed that neither had a bra on; when Robyn bent over to pick something off the floor, I could tell that she didn't have any panties on, either. I gently, but firmly, informed them that we weren't going out with them dressed like that – at least, not to someplace where we'd be getting out of the car.
After some good-natured grumbling, they went in the change, coming out later with blouses on – and with wicked grins on their faces, Robyn, then Sandra, showed me that they'd put panties on, as well.
When we got back, I saw the light on my answering machine blinking, and discovered that Lucy had called just a few minutes earlier. I quickly called her back at the number she'd left, and was lucky enough to catch her still in her hotel room – she'd been about to go out for her own meal.
We chatted a few seconds before she said that she needed to talk to me about something. I asked her what it was, and she said that it would take a little bit to explain, so she wanted to talk to the girls first, so that our conversation wouldn't be interrupted. I agreed, and handed the phone to Robyn before heading off to recycle some fluids – and passing Sandra as she returned from the same mission. I told her that I'd called Lucy, and she quickly headed for the phone.