I have a young sister, (to whom I was very close I may write about that some other time) and I always dodged the talks by insisting that she should ge... married first. Well, no one really listened to me, and actually, I’m glad that the did not. And in the December 2002, the hunt for the perfect bride began.As I mentioned above I come from a small town and from a conservative family so naturally there were a lot of stipulations in the process of finding the perfect bride. My mother rejected four. “Oh, wow, they are so firm,” she said. She kept her eyes closed, like if she didn’t want to see what she was doing, but her movements told me she liked it. Her fingers pinched my nipples in turn and then she cupped one of them in her hand and began to massage it. I moaned and she said, “Do you like it?” “Yes, I do,” my voice trembled. “Lie down, let me explore you,” she said and pushed me away. At first, I thought it was a trick to get away from me but when she sat up and took off her blouse. I sat next to her again and the white guy followed and stood in front of her followed by the black guy that was also watching us. She slid her pants down to her ankles and sat in front of both of these men completely exposed, then reached out and started stroking the white guy again. I couldn't see before because he was behind me but he was rock hard and had one of the biggest cocks I have seen, now I know why she kept looking back! The white guy was feeling her large tits and the black guy. Iss baju Daya bhi Tapu ke lund(penis) baree mein soch rahithi aur garam ho rahi thi.Tapu(dining table par): Maa dadaji aur papa kaha gaye?Daya: Beta woh papa ko aaj kuch kam tha isliye jaldi dukan chale gaye aur bapuji apne young old group mein!Tapu (mann mein bohot khush hote hue): Toh abb dono sham ko hee ayenge?Daya: Ha beta! Kyu aise puch rahe ho?Tapu (kuch plan banate hue): Bas aisee hee!Phir thodi der baad Tapu ko ek idea ata hai. Aur woh apni maa ke bedroom main jata hai aur Daya se baat.