Second, was he would be able to fulfill his vow and betroth me to his friend's son.All my life, my father never kept it a secret. He would tell me fro... an early age that I was destined to marry this young man. Every few months, dad would take a picture of me and send it off to his friend and we would get a pic of his son in return.I watched my betrothed grow from a snotty nosed little kid into a handsome quite ravishing young man. I had fallen in love with him long before I ever met him. Dad. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.”It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something.. As I've said: this was a racially mixed marriage. Many people made upexcuses not to attend, but those who did come seemed almost franklycurious at first. But once they got a look at my bride, all wonderingceased, and I smiled to myself. I clearly had excellent reasons formarrying this lovely black Amazon!I had assumed that the transvestite-Chris would serve as a bridesmaid,but to my surprise he showed up in an elegant tuxedo that matched myown and stood up a best man! Knowing him as a. "Marina is already assigned," I replied. "Only Brian would fit Sophie, but she might have come along late enough not to need it. We'll have to see. I think people would understand that not assigning Abella's privilege is for the best."I looked at Abella who stood in a corner of the room. She'd taken to following me around. Her changes were coming along fine, but as well as she handled sex with me, it didn't mean she was mentally better. Joey and the others also liked a White Maiden being at my.