I was hoping that he could be buried in it.”“No problem, Guy,” he told me. “Would you like to see your Dad before you go? It won’t be shocki...g; a lot of the work has been done already.”For the first time since getting the news of my Dad’s death, I felt like crying. I mean, out-loud really bawling. I grabbed the arms of the chair so hard my knuckles turned white. I let out a howl, put my arms in front of me on the table, and buried my head in them. Man, did I cry.When I sort of had control of. Much to her chagrin, she could not bear more children after Vanessa's birth, and she welcomes the idea of having a son, even an adopted, grown son.Thus, I wish to close this letter by letting you know how much it gladdens me to dispense with any charades in the future and to express the pride I feel for my son openly.Yours affectionately,Robert ConningtonAnson was stunned after reading this letter. Sir Robert had adopted him as his son with Lady Connington's blessing. He knew how much this. At that moment I loved Kerri’s long legs in high heels, her good tits with erect nipples and her shaved pussy.Just as Judy said, Jean Pierre was obviously French, bi-lingual, handsome, and twenty years younger than us.We would soon learn if he was well hung and as Judy suspects bisexual.“Wow, what a greeting.“Two very attractive and very sexy bodies. This should be fun,” Jean Pierre said.“And I love the way both of you shave your private parts.“Your man has a very impressive cock. I like. He brazenly stated his location, what he wished me to do and the rates he would pay me to do so before I could even refuse. Of course, I denied him. Feeling spurned, he left a few choice insults before I abruptly hung up the phone. My phone rattled a few more times with the same number before I finally turned it off for good.My anger and frustration soon turned to humiliation. That abrasive stranger got my number from somewhere else. My name was being passed around among students with the.