Jeff had been waiting for a while for the women to return, but his hands hadn't been idle.  No sir.  He had been spending the better part of the afternoon, after showering and shaving, not to mention relieving his cock from the sexual frustration of unfulfillment he had experienced earlier in the day, preparing dinner for him, his wife, and their guest.<br/><br/>He wasn't going overtly fancy, but it was certainly more then a normal dinner.  He had cut up onions, peppers and a variety of vegtables, and then chunks of chicken, putting them in the fridge to marriante before he put them threw skewers to cook them on the BBQ later.  He had also ran out to buy a some beer and wine so they would have something to drink later.<br/><br/>When the ladies got home, he would be dressed in a white, tightfitting muscle shirt, and blue jeans again which still couldn't seem to contain the considerable size of his cock and balls.   It would put on a bit of a show for the ladies, but nothing they hadn't already seen before.  "Oh, hey there girls.  How was shopping?"  He would ask in a casual tone when they wandared into the house.  "I was thinking we'd have a BBQ tonight, if you ladies are interested.  Sometimes it's good to be outside for a bit."