lay confused for a moment, her hips bucking of their own accord as she tried unsuccessfully to separate the wicked Sapphic orgy of which she had been dreaming from whatever reality now was being stuffed into her open cunt. For a long, delicious moment nothing made any sense.
She had dreamed that a houseful of the most beautiful sorority girls on campus had invited her to their respectable ivied dwelling on some pretext or another. The desirable wenches had smiled and chatted and flirted with her so that somehow they convinced her to perform a slow striptease for them. It was only in fun, they assured her, only a joke—there was nothing s****l about it at all, really. In the real world, of course, it would make no sense whatsoever, and yet in Sarah's shameless dream world the situation sudd
