I recently got married to my boyfriend of 10 years (we’ve been dating since 8th grade in school). He is a North Indian with height 6″1 and his too...l is about 7” .He is just hot .I mean you guys have no idea how lucky I’ve been. Coming on to the sex story.I got married on 15th august to him and I was nervous as shit because we’ve done nothing more than a few quick kisses on the lips and boob pressing and ass grabbing. He wanted to wait until I was completely his and then he would fuck my brains. ’ In the interest of my time and sanity I am just going to say that we went to dinner and Daniel did nothing but bitch. The conversation was the basic bullshit chit chat all through dinner. It was about ten o’clock by the time we got home. Daniel went straight to bed. Nicole and I stayed up for about another half an hour catching up on the six year gap since my parents had moved from California. I told her about my jobs. All cooking and most of them were bullshit fast food joints. The one. I just pressed them to my clitty and curled up in a ball and came. It was scary, because all this sex stuff was getting me into so much trouble, but it was comforting, too, knowing I could still feel good after everything that had happened.Anyway, it was clear I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. As far as my salvation was concerned, I was lost. I mean, I was doing it in my sleep. It was like the devil had taken over my body and was making it do things.But if I was going to be punished for being a. There was no point anymore the conversation would just turn to yelling then it would be my fault once again, never the perfect son for them.The bastards didn't even have the decency to hide there happiness at shipping me off to some hospital to fix my apparent behavioral problems.I didn't know at the time i should have been savoring the way the sun touched my skin, the freedom i had just to move around freely. My parents sighed a few forms not reading what they were signing before leaving not.