I couldn’t wait until I got back home to see my family and of course Ms. Clapton. I got home around 5 pm and I ran over to see Ms. Clapton my she wa... still as beautiful as ever. She was in the yard doing some yard work to me it seemed she was making some kind of garden for yard. Ms. Clapton now was 37 years old looked amazing with air blowing on her long brunette as it danced with the wind. Her long legs covered in the dirt that she was working in. The beautiful sun shinning on her beautiful. I wiggle a little and you smirk as I blush. It makes me so horny so I wiggle again, making the bells ring even louder. A tall blond girl asks me where the bell is coming from as she they can't see it. You answer. It's coming from my pussy and would she like to see. Then you tell me to lay across your lap. You lift my skirt to reveal no panties and a bell. You casually flick the bell with your finger, making it jingle. I turn crimson at this. I'm so embarrassed to be on public display. Then you. A blue hand came around from behind Aradelle… and flicked her in the forehead."Owwwwch!" the alarune complained rubbing the spot Ikuno's finger had hit her, "what was that for Ikki?!"Ikuno glared, "One: Because that was rude. Two: He's not running away. Three: It didn't work on him anyway." Ikuno looked up at Kal, "Kal I'd like you to meet Aradelle, 'Dell meet the man who claimed me, Kal." Claimed you?" Aradelle's iridescent eyes widened in surprise as Ikuno lifted her chin and tapped the dark. Sexy. There was really no other way to put it. Dag as I knew him was kindly, sophisticated, and distinguished. The young Dag was nothing short of a hunk.I made my own contribution to the display. I had the picture of the two of us, taken in a photo booth on Pier 57, blown up and framed. I also brought the seascape painting from Dag’s wall and set it in front of the memorial urn that held his ashes.It was all about remembering the wonderful things Dag was to so many people.And then it was.