It just seemed like she could do nothing wrong. She had good grades, even though she didn't do all of the work herself. She didn't even do most of the...work herself. She was the little Princess of her parents, who were absolutely loaded as well. Getting everything she wanted, often before she even asked for it. She could barely understand the word no when it came to her parents, and she had a way of getting whatever she wanted from everybody else. It helped that she was absolutely gorgeous, and. The most unenviable task in a mountain of unenviable tasks fell to Chris, a social worker accustomed to speaking to young children at some of the worst moments of their lives. She grimly volunteered to tell Eric and Ashlyn that Daddy had gone to Heaven and wouldn’t be with them anymore. She reported that they were confused by this more than anything, Eric more so than Ashlyn. They had no real frame of reference for the permanence of death.Chris and Gina brought Cassie and the kids to the house. Serve it with homemade broad pasta and grilled asparagus. Perfect. I even had the ideal wine to accompany it, an ice cold, dry, Petit Chablis full of fruits and gunflint.Back at the condo, with purchases put away, I made a mug of tea and settled in the study. A few clicks and Gmail was up and open. Two more emails. I scanned them and enjoyed them. Two more people had found pleasure in my story.With no sign of Sasha returning from her afternoon shopping safari, I set about answering the three. I grabbed his cock through his jeans just out of spite. Surprisingly, it was actually a bit firm. He looked right at me with his piercing blue eyes. I always loved those eyes. No wonder why all the girls were after him. He was about 63 and had a pretty strong build. He was usually pretty tanned from all the time he spent playing basketball in the courts. Its actually kind of funny seeing the two of us together. His tall stature looked so our of place next to my petite frame. After all, he was a.