The orgasm that had just been sitting below the surface is building so rapidly that I can barely control it. He is still looking at me, and I have a b...ief moment of embarrassment at the thought of him watching me cum, before he plants his fingers firmly on my clit and moves in the smallest and quickest of circles and he brings me bucking and moaning loudly, back arched as my pussy contracts with wave after wave of pleasure. When I finally regain my breath, I open my eyes to see him still. When we got married, our parents lent us a newer car, gave us a chunk of money and sent us off with our marriage license on a honeymoon. We drove north, wondering through Georgia, into Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, then back to Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and into New York to Niagara Falls. We stopped when we felt like it, usually finding a motel, hotel, or cabin to stay at. Only once did we sleep in the car, even that was fun. The best part of this trip is something we learned and. It was summer time and my family was having holidays and all were gone to Mumbai and so I was all alone at home for about 40-45 days. It so happened that one day her mother got an accident and got her hip broken so the orthopedics advised her to be in bed for about three months as a due to old age the union was not going to be a quick thing so as a mother was on bed and puja took over the job of her mother and started playing a duties on a daily basis. When she used to come to our place as I. I’d witnessed the naughty glint in her eyes on many occasions and as she fixed her focus on Alison, I could see it again. Skipping backwards, she ran her fingers through her hair, down around her neck and lower onto her breasts, caressing them, pinching her nipples hard. Her skipping slowed as her hands ventured lower, to her stomach and thighs, until she turned around, bent over, caressed her arse cheeks and finally ran her fingers between her pussy lips. Alison paused, nipples standing proud.