I slowly walked closer to the door to find it a jar.As I looked through the crack on the door, I see that Sara is laying on the bed with nothing but h...r school skirt. Her skirt is pulled up and tucked into the waste band and she has her hand between her legs and is playing with herself. My already stiff cock became a enraging hard on and was pushing through the top of my shorts. At the time I decide to intervene.I walk into the room quietly and as I approach the side of the bed Sara is laying. “I want my daughter as far away from politicians as possible. That’s why I agreed to let her marry a simple engineer.”I didn’t say anything but I was determined to enter politics. Nobody and I mean nobody can stop me from achieving this goal. Fortunately, after the honeymoon, my wife Disha was on my side.–I know what you guys must have thought after reading the previous chapter. ‘This is the same typical story of a cheating wife turned into a cheap slut.’ But that isn’t my case. Why does it. It will be theevent of the season, you, the gorgeous but apropriately timid bridestanding before him looking absolutely ravishing in your exquisitelybeautiful satin gown. At that point you'll probably be totally overcomeby exitement and feelings of love and affection but at the same timeyou'll still be a bit fearful of what it will feel like to have yourman take you in his arms, hold you close and passionately kiss you.Meanwhile, he has of course fallen completely in lust after standingnext to. After we had eaten Mrs O said she fancied staying on for a couple more glasses of red wine so i told her to go for it. As the afternoon wore on the garden started to empty out until there were only a couple of people at the far end and an elderly couple sitting directly opposite us, the man was facing our table while his wife had her back to us reading a book. Even though he looked to be in his sixties he still had an eye for Mrs O's legs which she found amusing especially as he kept winking at.