I am a lover of female figure and my first requirement is that the boobs must be big and firm. Smiriti , since does not fulfill this qualification, ne...er could get my attention and was safe with me. I have an image of casanova and many sexy girls and woman who are familiar with me either surround me or refrain away. Smiriti was the one who used to surround me and was willing to do anything for me. One big advantage with her is that she, I have learnt from many sources, was not very sound by. She lay in bed, sipping it delicately, watching me nervously dusting with my feather duster. I could see She was plotting something in Her mind and I knew it would end up in more trouble for me. Every so often She would get a new idea and usually I was on the receiving end of it. She finished Her tea then ordered me to quit my fiddling and help Her dress, a job I did with much pleasure. I enjoyed brushing Her hair and transforming Her into the light of my life. She admitted to me that She had. They never quite talked about having a future together, but Sandy dreamed of that.Sandy was taking more and more responsibility for the housework. She could remember sneaking into her parents room when she was very small, and she could remember being spanked for it. Now, she often was in there to change the sheets, sometimes to vacuum. Remembering the sneaking -- and the spanking -- she looked around when she went in. She was careful, though, not to touch anything; her mom could come upstairs. I make a choice. Him! He can be my perfect future.The Stalker – Epilogue 2We make an incongruous couple as we stomp our way through the dense gravel path; him so tall yet bowed, somehow diminished, as if the entire weight of the cloudless pale sky above us is pressing down on his shoulders. Me, clutching at his arm, pushing myself into his body, top of my head barely reaching his chest, as my too thin heels disappear repeatedly into the ground beneath my feet causing me to stagger and wobble.