"Close the door," a smoky voice said as I entered.

It was unfamiliar, so it must have been Ashley. I smelled the acrid smoke of marijuana. As my eyes adjusted to the soft lamp light in the room, I saw Kat and Rita sitting to one side of the king bed, sharing a joint. The rest of the bed was covered by Ashley, whose legs were spread. She let a couple fingers absently caress her pussy lips, which were as soft a shade of pink as her nipples.

"Here's a present for you, daddy," Kat said, her voice more husky than normal. She must have smoked a lot.

"We got...