She is just one year younger than me. She loves to spend time with me and I too spend time with her a lot.She looks like heroine Samantha. Bubbly and ...eautiful with perfect structure.We are very close to each other like friends, she uses to share everything with me. She loves me but she fears to say with me and even I too loves her but fears to share with her.Her status is nice and gorgeous with 34-28-36. We all sat and did chit chat and enjoyed a lot. Then we had dinner together and my atta. The white knight fantasy never appealed to me. I had the 'gentleman/tiger' fantasy. A gentleman till he got me in the sack, and a tiger till I was satisfied. At the time it seemed like sound feminist ideology. 'It's about time we turned the tables on this 'lady in public, whore in the bedroom' bullshit.' We even laughed about it. Even before that, I was pretty bent I guess. Back in high school I submerged myself in the shapeless, androgenous Goth culture. Dying my hair and doing my best to. When she opened the door I still remember the sight so clearly, she was wearing a green cotton saree. She welcomed me and turned her back towards me , that was the first time I saw her body, she was wearing a very deep-cut blouse from behind and her entire back was visible, I should, tell you the moment I saw her skin I was in love with her, her skin was flawless, not fair and not dark it clearly showed that she had a tan and a certain olive like glow in it.I just followed her quietly to her. She was medium tall and slender in her appearance. She was Asian and she had long straight black hair that reached the base of her spine. She was wrapped in silken robes and she looked like a princess. When I noticed her, I inclined my head towards her and then walked up to her and asked her what her name was."I am called Ursa by the people of this land," the woman replied to me in Minoan, her eyes cold with anger when she looked into mine."Are you mad because I rescued you?" I asked her.