She was wearing perfume and a floral dress that ended at her knee, making her look hotter than all the other girls at the party.We had all started dri...king and giggling and getting tipsy when my super bold senior suggested that we play a game of spin the bottle.In the beginning, the game was boring, with people asking and answering simple truths and dares.When the bottle ended up pointing a girl, my senior said that let’s spice things up a little. She asked the girl to kiss her on her. He repeated it again and again, the only difference was where his fingers started there climb up her legs till every inch had been treated to the touch and left her whimpering and breathing harder then before. The his fingers appeared at her wrist as he leaned against her back, then moved upward to her shoulders without moving his body from her own. On the fourth or fifth pass up her limbs his hips pressed closer, more snugly to her backside. The press causing a moan to sound into the night. They look better without this shirt, see?Touch them. Oh yes! Your tongue feels good on my nipples.We shouldn’t? Of course not! That’s what makes it so hot!Lick me. Yes, just like that. You feel so fucking good. It’s ok; you can finger my ass too. I like that. Deeper! Harder! Treat me like a toy!Don’t pull away. Be a good boy and finish your meal. Yes, that’s it. You’re going to make me cum.Oh fuck, yes! More; give me more. Oh again!Yes, fuck, ooooh! Your tongue is so much better than his.Come. " Yes, sir."***Grimsby Lamb turned in his bed, but did not awaken. His body wasn'tparticularly active, but his mind was.In his dream, he was shopping. It was an odd store, one where theaesthetics, and even the inventory, shifted wildly from aisle to aisle.Here there was sleepwear, and there an aisle of cacti. Here there werecomputers, there a falconry demonstration."Excuse me, sir," a young woman came up to him, "can I help you findanything?"Grimsby looked at the woman critically. She.