.”„Was? Hmm?” Der Große fasst dich am Kragen, dreht sich geschickt und schnell um und schleudert dich Richtung seiner Kumpane. Zwei fangen dich...auf. Ihre starken Arme fassen deine Handgelenke und drehen sie auf den Rücken. Ein anderer Arm fasst um deinen Hals. Du kommst nicht vor und nicht zurück.„Loser!” sagt der große und lacht über deine Hilflosigkeit.Dann geht er zu deiner Frau. Sie traut sich nicht wegzulaufen, weil sie dich nicht allein mit den Schlägern lassen will, aber in Ihren Augen. I knew what she said was the truth. Some politician with a hard on for me would have me on a watch list somewhere. I could stay and live right, or I could run and live free. My other alternative was to just live free knowing there was no safety net under the wire.It sounds rather cavalier, but it was something that really did deserve some serious thought. It sounded to me like a decision I should make during the long drive home when I wasn't distracted.There was going to be a sandwich buffet at. If I would marry, beside all the household needs I may fill up the gap of my physical satisfaction but, Rahul won’t get the genuine treatment and care of his real mother, in spite he may be hurt too much. So I left the Idea of 2nd marriage. But I came to a conclusion of sending Rahul to boarding school. Within a week I somehow convince Rahul and admitted him at a good Boarding school. After leaving Rahul there, I joined at my new place and got a official accommodation (2BHK). I began to feel. Well, no time like the present. Ill head to her room and if shes awake, Ill talk and get to know her, if not, Ill search for her diary or something. I walk across the hall and peek inside to see if shes asleep. I what I see gets me quite the hard-on. Shes on her bed with only a pair of panties around her ankle and rubbing her clit. Shes letting off soft moans as she pleasures herself. But the most shocking, well not that shocking considering whos daughter she is, is that shes also talking about.