If you have been watching the tawdry U.S. news stories or what passes for newsworthy events here you have been probably baffled by all the attention to paid to the corpse formerly known as Anna Nicole. I have followed the story as well but not because I am interested in this trailer park tramp and her entourage of pathetic hangers on. Of course I am interested in some trailer park tramps, Britney for one who finally came to her senses and has pleaded with me to come console her broken heart. Even shaved her empty head for me poor fool. Anyway, I had some years ago as part of a Revolutionary War hero research project checked out the ole family tree. Our earliest ancestors were among original founders of Jamestown Colony and we had some Rev. War officers in family. I found several branches that led to some black sheep family members that moved to Texas and a few months ago traced those branches down to some very diseased little twiglets, including if you will believe this, Anna Nicole. She is even a bigger tramp than the tabloids would let you know based on what I learned, BUT apparently she has a fairly smart little brain in that mock bubble head of hers (burst now of course). About 18 months ago I wrote her just to see if she had even known of our kinship and she actually had. I found that she was going with her little toadies for a visit to one of our multi-billion dollar casino resorts here last year and we arranged a very private meeting. We were able to have a private room without all those asinine body guards of hers and shared all our knowledge about our two branches of the family tree. She is nowhere as stupid as she seems in the media (only a bag of rocks can be that stupid) and thinks of herself as the reincarnation of Jayne Mansfield also of Texas and a dumb, dumb blonde with an IQ of 165, who was killed near here 35 years ago. Anna and I are second cousins once removed in Tennessee parlance. Some call that kinship fucking cousins but I prefer not to use that term since cousins is such a crude term, sounds like cussing. Anyway, Anna was having a few too many champagnes and I too was enjoying the conversation and bubbly a bit too much. There was mutual sadness expressed by both of us for different reasons of course in our respective lives, but we began to have a little bit of bonding, that led to more bonding and more bonding and then one of her bodyguard/bfs barges in. But it was not actually a bodyguard, but one of her lawyers and he and Anna explained why actually I was invited to this meeting. Anna had been so touched by my letter that her thoughts of having another child made her choose me as the father of this child. Wow, what a revelation. I asked why me and got information that I had forgotten about myself they had done a lot of checking, no criminal record, all sorts of academic awards including Phi Beta Kappa in college and she discovered that I was very liked and respected by everyone her fellow interviewed. I asked if they were worried about viable sperm. They had even gone so far as to have staged the make-up prostate screening test I had the year previous as I sat there speechless I was reminded of the peculiar circumstances of that screening I was there with only three others and the doctor probed my prostate in a very unusual way and said he really needed to manipulate my prostate fully to get a really thorough examination. He even asked if I would masturbate so that he could feel the prostate during ejaculation presumably to check for thoroughness of evacuation. A bit weird but I did it and he gave me a cup to catch the ejaculate in. That was a sample for Anna Nicoles fertility screening Good God, I could not imagine all this just to get me to impregnate her. She seemed insistent so who was I to quibble. Anyway of course I had to sign a bunch of papers and gave a blood sample that was to be preserved for later use in establishing another man as the father. This would seem to take away from the intimacy of the moments that were to come next, but the legalities were soon forgotten when Anna and I were again alone. She is as hot as the tabloids make her out to be. She has been ridden obviously more than all the horses recently run at the Preakness. But what a fucking master of the sexual arts she was. Of course we had to drain my seminal store houses in her pussy several times to assure lots of seeds there, but even that was sensational. She insisted on riding cowgirl style since I was so large and this allowed her to tease her super sensitive cervis with my raging hot cockhead. Sliding in and out of that wet silken tunnel was like a dream fuck. With those tremendous tits bouncing above me, I came over and over with her tripling that number, it was as if my life had just ended in each gut wrenching orgasm and yet I never once lost my erection she was just that hot.