Miss: it starts raining

Sarah grabs Shasta around the shoulders and pulls her sister closer. Sarah's shoulders roll with the pleasure of her big breasts rubbing up against Shasta's.

"Noo-oo!" Shasta protests.

"Heh heh heh," Sarah says.

But as the sisters' lips meet, there's a rumble of thunder from the heavens. In the time-warp from the weed, you've all been paying attention to each other and not at all to the weather. You look up, startled, to see tall, dark clouds above you. Wet drops of rain sprinkle your face.

Sarah and Shasta are clutching each other's naked bodies closely as they look up in fear.

The rain turns from a sprinkle to a frigid downpour.

"Hey, let's get inside!" you say.

Sarah and Shasta snap out of their freeze and follow you inside. You stand in the kitchen shivering. Sarah makes instant cocoa and you all stand around naked drinking it. It's sweet and rich and wonderful.

It's only after you've been inside for a bit that Sarah thinks to fetch some towels. When you're sort of dry you start thinking about getting dressed. That darn cannabis time warp again. Did you remember your clothes? Are yours all wet outside? Are there discarded panties or soggy bits of Sarah's big doobie strewn embarrassingly over the back deck?