She looked up at me and her eyes looked worried. “I’m really nervous. Let’s go slow ok?” I nodded and said “As slow as you want. One step at...a time and we can stop anytime you want.” She then kissed me softly and we swirled our tongues together. She took my hand and we moved to the blankets. She laid down and leaned her back up against the log, and I got down beside her. We resumed necking and she gasped a bit when I put two fingers in her slippery vagina. I fingered her for awhile and without. One day in the late afternoon having finished cutting the grass of the property that I maintain, Linda came over and asked I would like to join her for some coffee. I took her up on her offer and we went over to her house and she heated the water for coffee. We sat and talked about our pasts and our families and enjoy the coffee and each others company.As we sat conversing, Linda tried to scratch her back but could not reach the itch. I volunteered to take care of the itch and began to. Perhaps, if I worethe dress today, it would help the miracle happen.The problem, of course, was what if I was wrong? Then I would be humiliated,wearing a dress in front of my family.I waited until about 8 am, when I heard other family members getting up.After much sweating and even praying in the last hour, I decided I had to doit. I would wear the red dress.First I put on the panties, feeling ridiculous as my penis half showed out.With some effort, I got the bra on. Then I pulled the dress. I felt guilty for letting Disha be fucked by four desperate politicians just so I can get their support.Out of them, one was Gandharv Sinha (62). He was one of the founding members of the SRP political party and Disha’s father Dhanagiri’s good friend. He knew my wife very well since she was a baby. Still, he didn’t hesitate even once to defile her body.The ruthless beast drilled Disha’s mouth hole so that she couldn’t say anything to get Gandharv emotional.But somewhere I felt she deserved it..