But the arrival of spring wasn't all daffodils and sunshine. First it was Daisy who passed away. I was heartbroken, but Annie didn't view it the way I...did. In fact, it was her she who told me Daisy was dead. Apparently her 'essence' dropped by to let us know before she dispersed into whatever form or non-form dead people's 'essences' disperse into. She told Annie she was 'Goin' home t' Jesus'. I couldn't buy it, but Daisy did and that's all that matters, I guess.Jennie's death came hot on the. For those who haven’t read my earlier stories I am a very beautiful young girl with a ‘to die for’ figure and I belong to a very affluent family and of course I’m a big slut. I like to fuck the dirt genre of the community. That’s me in a nutshell.This story is a work of fiction unlike a few of my earlier submits.This story is about a girl named Neena. She’s 5 feet and 9 inches with 34-24-34 figure with a very fair complexion and a very gorgeous girl overall. She was a typical high class girl. She still had much of her looks and a severe leather teddy with her nipples peeking through chains. Tasteful makeup and jewelry told me she was not here to impress, but but was instead here becasue she liked dressing this way and living this way. I instantly wanted to fuck her. She was sitting in a chair in the corner. “I need a foot rest.” I started to look around and realized what she meant. I kneeled in front of her and let her prop her heeled feet on me. She carried on her conversation as. She remembered attacking one of the tanks- her natural prey as an A-10 jockey- and being rewarded with an almost sexual climax as it literally dissolved under the hammer blows of her 30mm cannon. After all those years of training, she had gotten her first tank! The rest was a confused jumble of impressions. Next she remembered her plane beginning to shake as the instrument panel in front of her lit up like a Christmas tree. The golden BB, she realized instantly; a round must have gone directly.