Best to play it safe, redress her and get her awake.

You start to feel very anxious about what you're doing, and decide to call it quits before things go too far and you end up in trouble.

Sadly, the trouble may have already started, as getting her panties and track pants back up proves much more difficult than pulling them down. With Miki as a limp doll, unable to lift her hips on her own, you resign to simply getting her clothes as close as possible to her lap and hoping she isn't concerned that her bare ass is sitting on your car seat.

"Hey, Miki," you call to her, shaking her shoulder. "We're home."

A few more shakes, and her eyes suddenly flutter open. She looks around in momentary confusion, hand automatically moving down to her crotch.

"We're home now," you explain again, pointing out the window.

Miki still doesn't look like she's entirely with it, her face blushing as she looks down at her self.

"I thought I was somewhere else," she mumbles, then laughs. "Fuck, I must have been having a wicked ass dream; I'm dripping."

"You're dripping," you ask with convincing innocence.

"You know -God, don't make me explain it," she squeals, punching you lightly in the arm.

You look down to where her hand is still protectively clasped to her pubis over her rucked up pants. You have no trouble imagining the stain that must be growing down there, soaking through her panties.

"So, um, do you want me to help you out?"

"Help me out?"

Indeed -do you mean, help her out of the car, or help her with her other problem?