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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 26, 2009
- Location
- right where i belong
Kassandra couldn't believe it, no fourteen year old should go through the pain of losing a mother. She wept at the funeral, and although she wanted to wear the black kimono that her mother gave her, she had to go dressed in the dress that was more for prom than a funeral. Since of her background, it attracted more than one stare, more than one whisper. The veil didn't cover much, and the opera gloves made her all that more stunning. The dress barely covered her legs, and the black heels made her taller than she was already.
She had Japanese blood in her; from her mother Kumiko, while her father, Jasper was American, so she had the features of both worlds, making her a fine piece of ass. Her breasts were double D, while having an hourglass figure, and tight ass. She had tried in vain to cover it, but whenever her mother took her shopping, she only bought clothes that emphasized her features.
The ride home was the longest. She stared longingly out the window dreaming of another world where her mother was still alive. Her father hadn't said much at the funeral, but he had cried. But as soon as he got into the car he transformed. His features turning stoic. Jasper kept glancing at Kassandra as if he wanted her to say anything, but the way his daughter was raised; he had to say something before she did.
Kassandra wanted nothing more than to go home and go straight up to her room, change into the kimono and pray for her mother. So when the car approached their massive house, She was ready to bolt out the door and up to her room. Kassandra really didn't want to be around her father at this point, she would have plenty of time for that in the months to come; seeing how Summer Vacation had just begun.
Once the car pulled into the garage, Kassandra unbuckled her seatbelt and was out of the car before her father could say anything. She took off her shoes in the low area before going into the house proper, then rushed upstairs to her room. She took no time stripping and changing into the formal wear of the Japanese, clothes that should have been worn at times of mourning. There was a picture of her mother on her dresser, the green eyes and black silky hair that Kassandra herself had inherited staring back at her.
She lit a stick of incense, and pulled it through the air in a slow harmonious motion before placing it on the holder in front of Kumiko's picture. Kneeling before her dresser, Kassandra began to pray in Japanese to guide her mother's soul to the after life. This put her in a peaceful place. Not realizing that her father had more than raising as a single parent in mind.
She had Japanese blood in her; from her mother Kumiko, while her father, Jasper was American, so she had the features of both worlds, making her a fine piece of ass. Her breasts were double D, while having an hourglass figure, and tight ass. She had tried in vain to cover it, but whenever her mother took her shopping, she only bought clothes that emphasized her features.
The ride home was the longest. She stared longingly out the window dreaming of another world where her mother was still alive. Her father hadn't said much at the funeral, but he had cried. But as soon as he got into the car he transformed. His features turning stoic. Jasper kept glancing at Kassandra as if he wanted her to say anything, but the way his daughter was raised; he had to say something before she did.
Kassandra wanted nothing more than to go home and go straight up to her room, change into the kimono and pray for her mother. So when the car approached their massive house, She was ready to bolt out the door and up to her room. Kassandra really didn't want to be around her father at this point, she would have plenty of time for that in the months to come; seeing how Summer Vacation had just begun.
Once the car pulled into the garage, Kassandra unbuckled her seatbelt and was out of the car before her father could say anything. She took off her shoes in the low area before going into the house proper, then rushed upstairs to her room. She took no time stripping and changing into the formal wear of the Japanese, clothes that should have been worn at times of mourning. There was a picture of her mother on her dresser, the green eyes and black silky hair that Kassandra herself had inherited staring back at her.
She lit a stick of incense, and pulled it through the air in a slow harmonious motion before placing it on the holder in front of Kumiko's picture. Kneeling before her dresser, Kassandra began to pray in Japanese to guide her mother's soul to the after life. This put her in a peaceful place. Not realizing that her father had more than raising as a single parent in mind.