“Want to make love?” she asked, her tone wavering between a question and a request.“Yep” I told her.“Are we going to?” she wanted my opini...n.“Probably not. I’m just about asleep, and as much as I want you, it wouldn’t be too fair to you if I fell asleep in the middle of it, would it?”“Kind of thought you’d say something like that. To be honest, if we did, you’d probably have your little sister sprawled on top of you and snoring in your ear within five minutes. But first thing tomorrow morning,. Her hand distracting me as it travelled along my thigh to squeeze my growing hardness. We found our lodgings for the weekend, overlooking the harbour’s bright lights. It seemed our reservation had been changed, with her parents covering the cost of us upgrading to the ‘Honeymoon ‘suite. We moved to our room, the door closed behind us after our bags were delivered. We were alone at last. Wanting to jump my bride at an instant, she pushed me away and with a wicked laugh telling me I would have to. Prof. Jayant didn’t know it but he had just upset her more. Last night Induja had received a phone call from her husband. From what she could gather, he was happy living there but when she enquired about when she would be able to join him, he just brushed the topic aside. It made her angry; her husband did not seem to care about her needs.“How about lunch this weekend? I know an awesome Chinese restaurant nearby,” said Prof. Jayant with his fingers crossed inside his pockets.Induja looked up. My swollen lips peeked from beneath my pubic hair as if searching her touch. I was sure from her vantage point, she would already be able to see my excitement glistening on them as they continued to grow before her eyes.Suddenly I wanted to grind her head into my snatch and feel the full force of her eating me, but I dare not touch her in case the spell was broken. She pushed her thumb into my flesh just above my pussy and the pressure parted my lips until the swollen hood that hid my clitoris.