Washu slept the night with in the warm pit that was Tenchi’s bellybutton. Tenchi snoozed on though the night, sleeping soundly on his back with a limp, lick clean penis sliding back to its sheath. He had his blanket up to his neck so the sky over Washu’s head was Tenchi’s comforter. Even though Tenchi had cleaned Washu with the hand towel, Semen, still clung to every part of her body, it was in her hair, between her legs, even pushing into her orifices. She reeked of sex and the smell brought her nothing but comfort as she slept. A little bit of belly button lint was around Washu, which she used as a extra blanket for herself, not that she really needed it. Tenchi’s body turned his bellybutton into a perfectly heated getaway.
When the first rays of sun light seeped in through the windows, Tenchi stretched out his arms and yawned from his night of sleep. His movements got Washu up and she stirred from her navel napping hole. To get herself more alert, she brought her cum soaked arms to her nose and breathed in a big whiff of her man and sex partner. She watched as her blanket sky was pulled away and Washu looked up at him from inside his own navel. She grinned and waved to him while stretching out in the opening on Tenchi’s stomach.
“Hi ya,” she hollered out, but Tenchi couldn’t hear her.

When Kiyone awoke from her knocked out state, she didn’t get back to sleep again that night. The last thin she remembered was the massive clothed ass of Mihoshi coming crashing down on her. She groaned and tried to move, but found that her arms were pinned to her sides. Weakly opening her eyes, she saw bronze unblemished flesh from all around. She was neck deep in between the tightly packed boobs of her partner and pain in the ass. The juggs push her down from both sides, crushing her in their soft silky embrace. Kiyone tries to squirm out but this only makes the giggling idiot above her giggle.
“Wake up and get me out of here!” She screamed with all her lung power. Mihoshi only heard a squeaky whisper, but it did get her attention, at least subconsciously.
“Sleepin Kiyoo, let me another five minutes,” she said in her sleep, just as she rolled over to her front. Kiyone screamed as she saw Washu’s mattress heading towards her at an alarming speed. Mihoshi fell forward with a whine from the bed springs. In her cleavage, Kiyone had been pulled down completely in-between the two fleshy orbs of fat. The soft squashy boob flesh of Mihoshi’s breasts covered her now from head to toe. A jackhammer like heartbeat pounded relentlessly into Kiyone’s ears all night long as she experienced one of the most uncomfortable and miserable nights of her young life.