We got to the room and we threw our stuff to the floor. We sat down on the couch and took the time to let what just happened to us sink in. ‘Hey wou...ld you look at that, there’s only one bed!’ This was rather amusing to me and I seemed to be having devilish thoughts at the time. I called my dad and let him know what had happened. Needless to say he was a little pissed off. At first he jumped my ass about it, but once I had the chance to explain what happened, he got off my case. I hung up with. Finally she fell down on the floor and I got on top of her and started rubbing cake on her face, neck and hands. She started giving slight moans and my dick became hard while I’m still on top of her.She suddenly put her hand on my crotch. I took her cue and stared kissing and licking her cream-smeared face. She smelled of soap and deodorant. She started responding to my kiss and soon both our tongues are exploring each others faces.I started kissing her ear lobes and neck and gave her a higgue. ’”“But do you know that even showing a hint of shame while talking about a same-sex relationship will be construed as homophobia?” Rick asked. “It’s no different than a slight frown when discussing African-Americans paints you as a racist. Liz, you are, by a wide margin, the most scrutinized person in America. You have more followers on Twitter than any other person even though you rarely say anything meaningful there. Your Instagram account has two million hits a day when you post something. I pushed my tongue between the lips and licked. The pressure of her hand on the back of my head intensified, then relaxed. I felt fingers slide between her mound and my forehead, then movement. While I licked, she began to work her clitoris. I became aware of small muscle tremors on the inside of her thighs. Her hips bucked, her legs locked behind my back, her bottom lifted and fell as she worked towards her orgasm. My tongue sought to match her need and, however inexpertly, somehow it.