All of it was on me now. I’d be able to scrape by but that would be it.Mike drove me to my place the day after the cremation. I hadn’t been home i...n some ten days. But, now I was, home that is.I’d been through our apartment and cleaned it out. All I had to remember my woman by were her ashes, her clothes, which I would donate to Goodwill, some photos and a few knickknacks. I put my woman’s ashes on the little mantle of our faux fireplace; I couldn’t part with them, not yet, maybe one day. I was. The next person out threw me for a bigger loop as it was Breedon's father, the attaché to the French embassy. He claimed, at least to Interpol when they spoke to him, that he hadn't seen nor had any idea where his son was. To me, this answered my and Interpol's question as to where the money was coming from and I hoped our lookout got his picture. Then I watched as Issac and his other guests all piled out and from the smiles I could see, it looked like everyone was having a good time. Well, I. We looked each other in the eyes as I shoved my cock into her wet cunt. Her head and neck arched back as my cock filled her tight puss and I started fucking her hard and rough back and forth. Her moans were loud as I fucked her rough, grabbing onto her thighs as support and it wasn't long to my cock exploded releasing tension from my balls as my hot cum shot into my sexy ex girlfriend's puss. I groaned as I gave hard deep long strokes as my cum shot out my cock and covered Cassi's inner walls. And why not? I’m a pretty brunette with a constant smile and great figure – about 5’5”, with a slim waist and 36D rack that seemed to get a lot of looks, and - frankly - I loved showing it off. I enjoyed all the attention I got from Danny and his friends, and even started dressing a little more risqué for these game nights….usually a mini-skirt or short shorts, with a tank top or thin cotton shirt. Sometimes a short sun dress or just an oversized football jersey.Danny had noticed how much I.