Gary and Joyce go back to sleep in 69 position

Joyce moved a hand to Gary's shaft and gave him a squeeze. "Hmm, what shall we do with this?" she said.

"Uhhh," Gary said.

"Poor sleepyhead," Joyce said. "To bed, then." She rose from the toilet and flushed their mingled urine away. Standing behind him at the sink, she wrapped her arms around him as he washed his hands, pressing her warm, soft belly and breasts against him. She moved a hand down to cup his balls. "What a prize you are, Gary, and how generous you are to let my daughter share you with me. Such a beautiful, sexual young man, and all mine for hours yet."

Gary's cock twitched in Joyce's hand.

"Let's not exhaust you, young man," Joyce said. "I want you fresh in the morning. Come lie down."

Joyce led Gary back to her bed and arranged him on his side, head toward the bottom of the bed. She kissed his lips, then settled herself down the opposite direction.

"This is your pillow," she said, guiding his head to her thigh. "Let me suck your penis. Sleep."

With Joyce's bush tickling his nose, scents of pussy and pee strong in his nostrils, and Joyce's mouth gently suckling on his cock, Gary drifted back into dreamland.

He dreamed that a giantess was sucking his lower half. It felt so good, his cock hard against her huge tongue, her wet lips encircling his middle, the warm breath from her nostrils ruffling his hair. A shadow crossed the sky. Gary looked up to see another giantess straddling the first one's face, her huge pussy open and wet and descending toward him. Gary struggled and shouted but the pussy took him in from head to waist. The world disappeared into a topsy-turvy place of slippery, grinding, sucking wetness as the two giantesses consummated their lust, bridged by himself as their living dildo.

The dream faded and he slept peacefully.