Worry creased his brow and he removed the box from his pocket and slowly opened the lid. Inside was a delicate gold chain and attached was a pendant; ... heart shaped crystal pendant. He thrust the box at his father for his approval and asked, "Do you remember, Dad?"Patrick Reed stared at the brilliance of lights that danced through the many facets of the jewelry piece. He nodded and blinked back tears. James sighed heavily. "I was eighteen when you had that talk with me," he recalled aloud.. ”“Whatever do you mean, sir?” Mrs. Waxerman replied, remembering his preferred term of address.“Before I explain, I’d like you to know something about me. I can easily adapt to situations and circumstance. It’s one of my strengths. The term, ‘whatever floats your boat’, is something I’ve used on many occasions in the past. It’s not in my nature to judge others. In the past, I’ve allowed others to say one thing and do another. In fact I’ve become quite used to it. Then I met you and made a. He grabbed the back of my head and gave me some soft thrust while grunting as I engulfed his throbbing fat head. He pulled his slobber coated cock from my mouth and told me he was about to cum and asked if I was sure I wanted it on my face which I just replied "yes." Then something weird happened. He started giggling as he stroked his dick in front of my face and I started the thought of "why is he giggling" but before I could even finish thinking it my wonder was interrupted by the most. Then, just after the war, the ancestral house burned down, forcing them to sell the farm to a developer. That was when the new ancestral home was built, one among hundreds...Your grandparents became rich with the death of the rest of the family, the combine inheritances allowing them to make very stable investments, and now, with their passing, it all falls to you. You were just numb for days, paralyzed by indecision. Your parents and grandparents instilled in your habits of thrift and.