My last stop was at the cooler, to pick up some milk. I was looking at the gallon jugs and the one-quart containers and decided to grab some of each. ...etting two one-gallon containers in the basket, I grabbed six of the one-quart milk cartons and four of the one-quart chocolate milks for the girls.I was turning away when I saw a news flash on one of the roof mounted TVs. The blood ran from my face as they showed a picture of Marylyn and I reached for my cell phone but stopped. I knew it had to. The funeral service itself was a very ornate affair in Westminster Abbey, although the Earl would be laid to rest later in the day, at his express wish, in the churchyard of St. Helen's in Sandiacre, a beautiful spot which looked out across the river Erewash to Stapleford Grange. The two Princesses were in the front pew with the widow and Ayda's elder sister Valerie, the new Countess of Bargoed. Immediately opposite in the other front pew sat King George VII, much to their surprise. The Emir. I could actually taste her pre-cum, even with her disgust her body was reacted lustfully. As I opened the cheeks of her pretty ass and teased her cute little puckered rosebud her ass jerked at each touch of my tongue. I could hear her sobs but paid them no mind, it was time, time to slip my throbbing dick in that sweet loving pussy. Even the softness of her pubic hair was tantalizing. She would not open her eyes and look at me, maybe that was just as well as I crawled between her legs and. I looked around the house. Grace had dug out Mom's Christmas decorations, freshened them, and placed them with care. Dad wasn't into decorating the exterior of the house; so except for a wreath on the front door, all the decorations were inside. I chuckled when I remembered Dad telling friends and business acquaintances he was inviting to a Christmas party that his house was easy to find. "It's the only house on the block that isn't lit up like a Christmas tree."Our Christmas tree was fake, but.