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 natural...y there were a lot of stipulations in the process of finding the perfect bride. My mother rejected four good looking girls, for reasons that piss me off to this day.I was getting frustrated as well. It was like, I always said to my parents that I was not ready to get married yet but after number three I was getting irritated and wanted it all to. On the next day i never spoke to her till night,she was very much disappointed when i saw her in the evening that time i spoke to her asking what special for tonight aunty, she just smiled and told me come home and check out yourself.I got ready wearing my tracks and a t-shirt. And i went to her place she was very much happy to see me. It was around 10.30 she was wearing a transparent plain saree of color pink with jasmine flowers on her hair which made me aroused smelling it. wen she went to. “I’m gonna cum!” my husband grunted.“Wait!” I shouted “Just slow down a minute.”I was flicking her clit so fast I was getting cramp in my hand.She started to pant faster “I’m cumming, fuck me, fuck me, flick my bean harder, harder!”My husband started to pump so hard into her I thought he was going to break her in half! As she started to cum, I could see her cunt muscles gripping and stroking his cock as he came too, shooting rafts of rafts of cum into her tiny little waiting cunt.“Uh, uh!!” he. . and you’re not totally black.“Your father ... he was another minister, a married man, too, whom I had a brief fling with in a moment of ... lust. Your dad was nice enough to pass you off as adopted and raise you as his own, and forgive me to an extent, but our marriage ... it was never quite the same. He was also so insecure and so ... jealous after that. It didn’t help that in his rage, he slipped and hit on his secretary, who quit and threatened to sue the church. This deepened the pain.