“Father, are you okay?” said Candace.“Yes, and it was very nice today, the wedding,” I said.“Daniel and I will be leaving shortly. Daddy is ...sending us to London for our honeymoon,” she said.“Wow, sounds like fun,” I said. “Well, be good and be well and be happy.” Just then her husband, her new husband joined us, and the usual thank yous and wish-fors, and what all said; they left to say goodbye to half the richest people in the state.I was just about to say my goodbyes to the host and hostess. I asked her how she is feeling she said she was somewhat ok and then we sat on sofa suddenly she has taken her leg up and sat by closing her eyes oh god what a moment I could easily saw her underwear and lower parts of her butt and her thighs…wow what a girl. Her underwear was red in color I just wanted to kiss her pussy there itself, but after 20 min she woken up and she sat normally guys you know something that whole day I was watching TV with her nobody were there in their home,I missed the. There had been nothing mentioned about the accident for the first few days after we got back from Florida, nothing in the papers, radio or the newscasts that I saw. That is until today. The Westfield Sentinel had a front page story about the accident along with a mention of a reward being offered to the person who saved the Westfield Academy's Girl's Basketball team. The reward was about $25,000.00 which the school, the insurance company and even some of the girls' families had put up. It. I come from a lower middle-class Maharashtrian family settled in Nagpur. My Baba (Marathi word for father) is a state govt. employ, earning meager amount of salary. My Dada (Marathi word for elder brother) is 25 and jobless, a source of my parent's frustration. To add to this, Dada is a drunkard and a gambler, and has criminal record, thanks to the bad company he keeps.Last year my Aai got partially blind after a freak accident. So against Baba's wishes and with Dada's help, I participated in.