That didn't stop me for a second though, I liked sucking on her asshole too much.She wiggled pleasureably. My fingers were working on her clitoris too... "That is starting to make me feel really sexy." She reported, wiggling her butt back and forth for a moment. As a reward, I gave her my tongue the same way again, this time pushing it in and out as far as I could each time in about the same rythmn a penis would have taken if one were penetrating her."Yes, that's good, keep going." She approved.. .I just hugged her and kissed her on her forehead much to the astonishment of my new wife and my MIL: they blushed.We checked in and myself and Haritha stood at the door of our suite and when I opened it my word…the entire room was decorated, it smelled well and what I particularly loved was the view…it had a view of the golden sand and the sea it was very romantic…needless to say I was in mood already…I closed the door behind and pulled my new wife on to me…Haritha with her nicely combed free. She was clearly class; her clothes, the leather gloves, the casual silk scarf, the way she walked all shouted sensuality, her own woman and one who knew her own mind. The heels and sexy legs though… they spoke to me of sex. They said I like to be fucked, and fucked well. I wondered how she would react when she knew I was on offer this evening. We’d reached Oxford Street and she headed towards Selfridges. I wanted to get closer and caught up with her at the entrance. As we pushed the door open. As I was a lot younger, she just wanted to be friends with me.But after getting to know each other through questions, the topic quickly led to sexual preferences and fetishes. Me: I think I am hard talking about all of this.Her: Oh my god, you are so open about this. I am feeling a little shy.Me: Do you want to see it?That started our sexting. She was uncomfortable sending pics of herself. So I instead encouraged her to send pics of her bra and panties. I have a bra and panties fetish. I sent.