She had on a red cocktail dress that showed off her long legs, tight ass and great big tits. Her nipples were alomst popping out of her top. She wore ...inch black heels and had the hottest looking curves I had seen In such a long time. I instantly got a boner. I shook there hands and remained seated hiding my bulge in my shorts.They grabbed some drinks and headed up stairs to my sister old room. I finished my tacos. I went out to the living room to watch some Tv. It was about 11pm when I was the. He cleared that up quickly. I was used to doing a box in waltz. So, when he led, I went back, side, close and expected to go forward next. I couldn’t. He was already moving forward, forcing me back before I could try to complete what I thought we were doing. It wasn’t just that he was stronger than me, which clearly he was, it was that he beat me to it. How could I go forward when his body was already encroaching on my space? I had to get out of his way or he would have been tromping on my. "You are evil Mrs. Quinn-Thompson."The two of us giggled away as we were whisked to our hotel. We haddecided to go all out on the hotel, even though I still tried to fighther over the cost. "It's our honeymoon, besides we can afford it,"Jenny told me. I expressed some doubts over that then remembered whatfamily I had married into. I had conceded but still thought we werebeing a bit extravagant.Following the forty-five minute drive from Heathrow, the limo pulledup in front the hotel we were. “Good night.”I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to stay there. I wanted him to turn around and face me again. I wanted ... more ... except I couldn’t articulate what “more” meant, even in my own mind. And I knew he was embarrassed, and that if I stayed, he might get mad. I didn’t want Uncle Bob to be mad at me.“Night,” I said, and I turned and literally ran back to my bedroom, like some scared little girl.I plopped down on my bed, trying to be disgusted with how badly everything seemed to.