What a romantic atmosphere it was. I stopped the bike for some time and asked her, “Why can’t we stay together tonight?” and without any hesitat...on, she asked, “where?”This was the green signal for me and I immediately pulled out my phone to search for OYO rooms. Luckily, it wasn’t far away and we checked in at 7:30 PM (Guys you might be thinking how is this possible. Come on, hostel girls are far ahead than us these days).While going to the room, we stopped for some food and she bought whisper. They are laid out back to back. She's smiling away to herself, giggling flirtatiously and running her fingertips up and down her thighs, in and over her pussy. In her head she's saying,"You aren't sleeping, not tonight. Neither of us are." With that in mind, she rolls over, pressing her body against his back, her satin nightdress against his bare skin. Her hands do some wandering. She whispers in his ear, "Matt baby.." She stokes his hair and he wakes."What?" he asks. "Wake up and give me your. With the key, she opened the door. A moment later the both of them stepped inside, closing the door behind them.My first thoughts that had led to this plan had told me that simply getting Anita and Jack into a house together for twenty to thirty minutes would be enough to push them together. Further reflection upon this, and the consideration that the occupants would be home, therefore breaking the mood, led me to modify that plan somewhat. Just putting them together might not be enough. I had. She was an incredible lover!!Soon her kisses worked their way towards the neither region between my legs. Now I consider myself a skilled cunnalinquist but when Gretchen’s head went down between my legs I couldn’t believe what was happening to my body. Her long tongue licked my inner thighs, edging closer and closer to my throbbing pussy. She put her hands under my ass and slowly elevated my pussy so she could make better use of her tongue to savor my throbbing vagina. As a lesbian I could.