I wanted to see if you wanted to divest any of them. The worldwide real estate markets are pretty good about now, especially for high end properties s...ch as you hold.”“Which ones?” I asked.“Let me take them in no particular order. Johannesburg; you own an estate there worth about ten million. You were last there three years ago for three nights. You sold off your corporate interests there and haven’t been south of the equator in that continent since.”“Sell it.”“Kyoto. You bought the property. A very thin film of sweat covered her face. (And he couldn’t keep his eyes off her bewitching movements either.)And that haunting dance went on and on. It had lasted about a quarter of an hour now, and Ingrid and Willem were hardly able to keep up the music’s rhythm anymore. It was less and less dancing and more and more fucking while standing up. Ingrid’s groaning sighs had become panting little cries now. Willem stroked her sacrum, between her loins and her buttocks.Suddenly she grasped. He’d thought about it before but knew how inappropriate it was.As conservative as Macy seemed, she thought about how attractive her father was often, especially in the rare occasions she saw him in a suit. Some nights she would take her vibrator out of her drawer and would wonder what would happen if she walked down the hall and climbed into bed with her dad. She smiled to herself at the thought of it and walked to her dad. “Let’s go,” she said, leading him outside by the hand.A few hours. Soon Henning got used to Lilla having golden hair, and as her tits grew and her belly swelled he got used to her being a fat lazy cow, and nagged her to go on a diet but then suddenly one night there was a commotion and suddenly there was a baby crying in the darkness."Oh sod it!" Princess Lilla cried, "That's all we needed!" Yes our family is complete!" Henning replied."I was being sarcastic!" Princess Lilla cried, "Send a message to the Palace!"Henning wasn't entirely stupid, not entirely, so.