Dream Journal
Zombies started attacking my parents’ church. I managed to get all of the kids into the basement by promising to cook them pizza. We all went into the basement and then the handful of us adults tried to decide what to do.
One little boy started complaining that there was no pizza, and I remembered that the only oven in the church was upstairs. I ventured back upstairs and Michael followed. Behind him came two boys I knew from high school and some girls I didn’t know. I put the pizza into the over and waited.
Then I was bent over the kitchen counter with Michael behind me, thrusting into me. The others were in similar positions, only the four of them were all connected to each other in a sort of chain facing me. One of the girls was lying face up on the counter in front of me wearing only a skirt pushed up to her waist.
Michael moved us closer, reached around me, and felt her breasts. I pulled her closer, leaned down and licked her clitoris. The girls were young and inexperienced, and the other one asked if she tasted like fish.
Then pizza was done, and we wondered how we would get passed the zombies and back into the basement safely.