"Mrrr...huh?" Lindsay awoke. The clock said four, but she couldn't remember anything since eleven. The girls had been drinking and watching Don Bluth movies all night, (as you do) and had apparently just started Rock-a-Doodle before everyone crashed in a pile on the futon. "Mmmm," thought Lindsay "I hate to admit it, even to myself, I used to rub 'em out to the singing Elvis rooster in this. What was his name?"
Lindsay's Cocktail dress had ridden up, exposing her smooth muff.(Never know who you're gonna run into, now do we?) "Chanticleer, that's it! Ohh, I get wet just thinking about it. I used to just hump whatever was around, the couch, My Little Ponies, or..." Her friends had passed out very close, Nella on one side, and on the other. Their soft hands we very close to Lindsay's pussy, so she began gently rubbing Nela's fingers on her wet cunt.
"Mmmm!" She stifled a moan, it felt so good for her best friend Nella to stroke her there, even if she didn't know it. "Paging Dr. Tease," she whispered, pushing Elisa's fingers inside her, and biting a lip to keep from shouting, as she bucked and came with both hands. "Kinda like the stranger, huh guys?" She then changed hands, since Elisa's nails were painted a pretty pink color, and Nella's were not.
She fucked herself harder with Nella's hand, trying to ball it into a fist, but with Nella unconcious, it was not easy. Meanwhile, she rubbed her own lips and clit with Elisa's beautiful feminine hands, laughing to herself that they would never know what had happened. Trying not to giggle, Lindsay tickled and fingered her ass with Nella and Elisa's pinkies, but, being unable to shove both hands into her now slippery hole, she eventually tired.
"Damn, they must be really wasted," she smiled, and, satisfied with the small puddle she had made, fell asleep.