Sexy slumber

I passed out cold on my afternoon lap around the couch, dreaming I was in the middle of something filthy. Then two girlfriends bust into the room and start running their fingers all over me like they own the damn furniture. It took a full minute for my brain to flip the switch: no, this wasn't a fantasy I made up while snoring. Those soft, teasing strokes were real skin on real skin, and suddenly I was wide awake, grinning like an idiot about to star in my own damn lesbian lovefest.