Bad Dreams

"Tomorrow I said...Oy." Hot and slightly uncomfortable, I lie there under a mass of soft and supple flesh. Clinging to my right is Gina, her only piece of modesty a tiny pair of black panties with a skull and crossbones on the back made out of bike parts. Her large and firm d-cups pressed tight against my arm as she nuzzles into my shoulder with a happy sigh.

Betty was to my left, Her curvy body clad only in a giant t-shirt with the Texas flag emblazoned on it. I guess Panties where one of the items she 'forgot' to pack as something very soft would occasionally rub against my leg causing Betty to moan out in a quiet but happy tone. My little Angel Wykkyd was on top of my chest curled into a little ball. Her favorite Bonsey shirt covering her plump little breasts and a wide happy smile graced her beautiful lips.

Normally this would be enjoyable to anyone with a pulse, but the three of them had rather high body temperatures and it was a pretty muggy night. MY only saving grace was the fact that Gina kicked the blanket off awhile ago.

I knew deep down, that if I wanted to, all I had to do was give ANY of the three of them a light stroke, or a gentle kiss and they would be ALL over me in a heartbeat, but the idea of sex was the FURTHEST from my mind at that point as I lie in misery hallucinating. I could almost SWEAR I could hear the Gorillaz playing in the background. "Did I turn the radio off?"

That wailing tone from the opening of Clint Eastwood was everywhere in the room. "God...why did I show Wykkyd the Gorillaz?" As my vision blurred and my eyes began to close, I SWEAR I heard Murdoc give off that Insane cackle of his.