Now on to the story. * * * Part 1 ? The Inheritance My name is Derek Banheist and today is my 21st birthday. It is ...lso an important day because of my inheritance. My father decided to bestow on me control of one of his many companies so that I could prove myself capable of babysitting the rest when he retires or kicks the bucket. My trust fund was also completely released to me today making it another bonus of the new age. I am 5?8? tall with. I guessed this is my luck to fuck her in her room. So on Saturday i didn’t do anything to her .She gave me cu of coffee and drank and chatted for a while and asked Sunday’s program of her. For that she told no plan. So i told her i will bring meat and she have to cook for me and i will have my lunch in her room. So she agreed for that and i left her room and return to my pg.On Sunday i purchased 2 kg of chicken and went to her room. She was lazy on Sunday i was at 10 in her room. But she was. "Tristan led the way up the path with Graydon bringing up the rear. The trail opened into a large clearing where a small cottage stood, smoke coming in small wisps from the chimney. Graydon looked around and spotted a small outbuilding, and a lean-to type animal shelter. Next to the cottage was a garden where an elderly looking man was hoeing the ground, tending the garden."Michael!" Tristan called out in greeting as he stopped his horse in the large front yard and tied it to a hitching. I went over and introduced myself. Vicky wouldn’t look at me. By this time, my parents wanted to know why I hadn’t mention it and who was involved. I took a deep breath and told the Smiths’ the culprits were teammates of mine. That I was upset and embarrassed by their conduct and for that I apologized. I told them how I had already talked to all involved and how I had expressed my disappointment with the guilty parties. That while I certainly understood if they thought otherwise, it was my.