Great! If only Joan could remember it.

"*snooooore* *snooooore* *snort*-huh?" Joane awoke face first in a puddle of drool, having spent the night at Tracy's, too wasted to drive home.

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead~" Said Tracy. She was sitting on the coffee table adjacent to the sofa Joan crashed upon. Tracy was wearing only a short, loosely-tied bathrobe, exposing generous amounts of her ample cleavage (Although no where near as ample as Joan's.) and sitting with her legs spread wide enough to see her shaved pussy in full. She had been spending the last 20 minutes teasing the sleeping nudist's ass, and now Joan has awoken with Tracy's entire hand wrist-deep in her loose anus.

"Tracy? Oh... That's right... I spent the night here... The Boys!" Joan snapped out of her haze. "Are they okay? Did they get a ride home?!"

"Don't worry. Don't worry, Frank took 'em home, after we orgasmed from scissoring in that 1v1 game of Naked Twister."

"You got Naked too?"

"Well i was the birthday girl. And god bless you for turning me onto that! Frank and i had the best sex in years last night. He loves watching lesbian stuff"

"Well i guess my Vag is just a regular cupid's arrow. Uh... Why's your hand up my ass?"

"Oh? Sorry." Tracy gently pulled her fist from Joan's now gaping asshole. "I was just trying to nudge you awake."

"Some nudge. Oof. I can feel the AC all the way into my stomach." Joan got off the couch. Revealing a large puddle where her crotch lied. "Uh... I'm sorry... I think i peed on your couch..."

"Oh! No worries. It's the kind of leather that resists spills."

"Okay... Er, By the way, what time is it?"

"About Seven-Thirty. Frank left an hour ago."

"Seven-Thirty?! Oh god, I need to be at the mill in half an hour..." Joan groaned, There was no way she'd be able to get back home, freshen up and get dressed, while still getting to work on time. "...Fuck it! I'll just get Mcdonalds for breakfast." But Joan was more concerned about satiating her hunger than the fact that she was covered in a mixture of sweat, piss, girl-cum and that she was about to go to work completely naked.

"Attagirl!" Tracy cheered. Bringing her slimy fingers to her labia. She'd have to remember to text her husband to send her plenty of pics of Joan's first day of working naked.

As Joan made her way out, she noticed the oddly full punch bowl. "I... Don't remember the punch being so... Yellow..."

"Oh. No, that's your piss. You were really letting loose during the karaoke contest, I believe it was for your grand finale to Toto - Africa."

"Bless the rains indeed. Uh... Are you drinking..." Noticing the glass of similarly tinted liquid in Tracy's hand.

"No. No no no. It's just juice... See?" Tracy gulped down the entire glass, licking her lips and exhaling a quick "Ah!"

"Okay..."

The Naked MILF glistened in the sun as she made her way down the lawn and onto the sidewalk. She waved to the neighbors without a hint of shame, her ass clapping wildly with every step until she arrived at her car parked a few blocks down.

Joan began patting her hips and cheeks, before remembering she didn't have pockets, or pants. "Fuck, i forgot my keys." she groaned, before remembering that she did have pockets... in a way. Joan slipped her fingers into her cunt and felt a metal ring. Gently tugging it out. Her keys! Albeit far slimier.

"How the hell did these get in there?" Joan questioned, but such was a mystery for another day. Joan thanked her Guardian Vagingel and drove off.