Could this day get any worse, he thought. Then, when Christopher rounded the corner, he saw her for the first time. She was perfect — short with lon..., brown, curly hair and big brown doe eyes. Although she was very petite, she had a great set of tits and an ass to die for. He couldn’t help but get a little turned on when he saw what she was wearing either — heels, hoes, and a tight white blouse that he could see a lacy bra through. Christopher could only imagine what he wanted to do to her… he. It depends on who you ask. The solitary resident of Strangways was Anita Handwriting, heiress of the non-stick bubblegum fortune. Anita was an extremely large but handsome African American woman in her early fifties who was known around the island for her generosity and her warm and cheeky personality. Noone could really believe that any men who had ventured into her territory could have been harmed in anyway. But the mystery remained. Every man who had visited her mansion, for whatever reason,. "After all, I am 17." Sweet 17," I said, "Isn't there a Beatle song about being 17." Is there?" she said."Yeah," I said.I was close enough now to put my arm around her trim waist and lean forward to kiss her neck."Stop that," she said with a giggle."Beautiful, just beautiful," I murmured."You won't tell any one about this, will you?" she said, her voice just a tad breathless."No, no," I said off hand for my hands was now moving over her near naked back."And you promise not to tell dad about me. In front was a white Maruti Swift. He also kissed on my forehead and handed over the keys of the car to me. I was almost in tears and couldn’t say a word.I then hugged both my parents and thanked them. One of my friends pulled me downstairs towards the car. They then made me cut a cake which was placed on the car and after a small party, all my friends left. After every one left I went to my parents and hugged them once again and said I couldn’t thank them enough. My dad then gave me few.