It just doesn't make sense.All my life I've tried to be pleasing. I've been 'good'. I've been what my parents wanted. I haven't been in trouble with t...e police and I haven't been a young, unwed mother. I've tried to make them proud. And yet, I haven't been perfect. I've caused them heartache and worry. I was a normal teenager. But I've survived. I have a good reputation.I have a better imagination.I've realised fairly recently that I like to masturbate. A lot. The images I have in my mind are. Then I asked her to stand and give a glass jar near by and bet her to keep it in her hands without movement what ever disturbances come I purposefully made her stand before a mirror so that if anything wrong in her expressions I will withdraw so I can plot other trap instead of loosing her foolishly.She stands like beautiful statue carved by a great architect with wonderful curves.Then I want to touch her but I don’t have that dare so I I pick a bird feather near by and she is looking very. “Oh boy, you look so sexy Raj” I told myself.I was 5’9, 78kg and had little extra fats around my waist which made me look like no less than any aunty. I always had that little femininity in me because of which my seniors in college tries to hit on my butts or sometimes the pinch on my waist.I pressed my boobs a little and moved hands on my nude butts. I moaned a little.Then, i went for shower.After completing my shower, i called up dad.“Hey dad, where are you ?” i asked“Hey son, i will be. In Rome. He was furious when she left.? Breughel felt noenthusiasm for a meeting with Michelangelo. A mercurial figure at best, he wastoo prone to solving problems with his fists for the quiet Belgian. ?In fact,? said Victorine. ?Two of the others were last heard of in Rome. It could be a good place to start.? Breughel grunted.?You?ll let me have a list?? he asked. ?Names, employers, date and place lastseen.? Victorine nodded and reached for her bell. The maidappeared again. ?The ledger,?.