She knew Emelia would be pleased, hell, she’d be over the moon with it. As Amy absentmindedly nibbled on the lid of her pen, she turned in her chair... and glanced around the room. To say it was luxurious would be an understatement, this place could put The Plaza to shame. At nearly seven-hundred euros per night, Amy knew she’d pushed it a little, but you have to treat yourself every once in a while. Especially when someone else is paying. The room looked like the fantasy of an interior decorator. I had to cover her mouth with my other hand to keep her orgasm from getting too loud. After she had come down, I noticed that my hand was absolutely soaked. It was like I had just dipped my entire hand into a jar of watered-down honey."I'm sorry, baby," she said. "Let me clean that up for you"She proceeded to lick my entire hand clean of her juices. I didn't think I could get any harder, but if I could have, I did. It was such a turn on to have her licking the palm of my hand, kissing the back. "I'll bring a half-pint of vodka with me," Marcie informed them.The bell rings, ending their lunch period. As they leave the cafeteria, Jill says, "Plan on being at my house at 4:30 pm tomorrow."The other three girls say, "Okay," and proceed to their afternoon classes.I had no classes on Friday, so I was home when our parents left. I then went shopping for supplies for the sleep-over as my parents asked him to. Besides junk food for snacks, I bought two three-liter bottles of fruit punch. When. “Can you come again tonight?” she asked.“I am going to Melissa’s.” I reminded after some hesitation.“Hmm…crap. I forgot about that.” She grumbled. “Okay then, what about Wednesday?”“Wednesday is okay.” The words tasted bitter as it came out of my mouth. I didn’t know why it felt wrong saying that, it just did. But I agreed nonetheless.“Wednesday.” Charlotte grumbled. “I guess there’s nothing we can do about it.” She rose from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.We had breakfast, which.