A Day of Domestic Bliss - Peggy

 A Day of Domestic Bliss

The weekends are for Peggy to catch up on all the chores for keeping a clean and orderly home.  It is also something from which she gets a sense of satisfaction.  Being that it's raining today, (Saturday of all days, can you believe it?),Peggy declares it's a day for doing the laundry, vacuuming, and general cleaning up. 

Peggy comes from a long line of independent women.  After her accident, she worked hard to re-learn how to do things she took for granted before.  She now takes pride in being able to not only work, but to take care of our house too.  

After breakfast I will go out into the living room and sit, read or work with my laptop doing reports, e-mail, or pulling down the latest Retail information off the Internet.  I know, I know, you're asking yourself why doesn't that lazy son of bee get off his duff and help her?  The answer is simple, Peggy won't have it.  There are things Peggy insists on doing herself, and without my help, if possible.  

Peggy has many rules we must abide by, one is "all dirty clothes go into the laundry room and into the hamper."  That was hard for me for I am one of those guys that drops them and leaves them.  But, I soon got used to it and found it's nice to have a clean floor as well as a clean home.

Well anyway, I can see Peggy crutch over to the laundry room from the bedroom.  She is so graceful and smooth at it.  When I first started to get to know Peggy, I was startled by how quietly she could crutch around her parents' home. So I don't have to worry about her upsetting the downstairs neighbors with a clunk, thud, clunk, thud, etc., when she moved in with me.

I can see easily into the laundry room from my chair, so I can watch Peggy while she is doing laundry, with no problem.  Peggy is usually concentrating so much that my watching her appears to go unnoticed.  

Once in the laundry room Peggy places her crutch against the wall.  The hamper is right next to the washing machine so she does not have to do a lot of hopping from it to the washer.  She opens the hamper and begins to separate the clothes into separate piles. One pile for lingerie (that's a big pile), one pile for whites, and another for colors.  Once this is done Peggy can start the wash.  

As I watch, Peggy bends down to pick up the lingerie.  Peggy's white (for some reason she always wears white to clean in) baby doll dress rides up and over her cute little half butt.  I also have a clear view of her whole leg as well. 
 
Let me describe to you what I am seeing. Peggy has a very strong leg.  She keeps herself in shape, so her leg is very strong as well as feminine. Her calf muscles are very developed, round and smooth from doing a lot of hopping. Her knee (can't see it now in her present position) is one of the most feminine and delicate knees I have ever seen on a girl.  Now on up to Peggy's lovable thigh, it's so pink, warm, firm and well developed from her workouts as well as being soft and warm to the touch.  I have spent many hours worshipping every square inch of Peggy's leg so I know what I am talking about.  

I can honestly tell you I am very hard now just from this short little show she has put on, and her chores have only started. Groan!

As I gaze above her thigh, Peggy's enchanting little butt comes in view. Covering her little butt is a pair of her ruffled black lace panties. Its surface encases her half butt and accents the view I am getting.  My view is soon lost as Peggy straightens up and begins to place her lingerie evenly around the tub.  This too causes her to lean over, but this time just her full leg is on display.

Her leg is taut; the muscles of her thigh and calf are flexed.  I wish I had the words to describe how beautiful and feminine her one leg really is.  My eyes feast on the sight as Peggy completes the task.  Soon she is upright and 
reaches for the special soap for her lingerie from the shelf.  This time Peggy rises on her toes, causing her calf muscles to flex and the pink, smooth and rounded skin can now be fully viewed.  Dropping down on her foot with the plastic bottle she lays it on its side.  Here she grabs it with her thumb and wrist holding onto the bottle by its handle so that it is upside down.  Now she begins to pour some of the special soap into the tub.  Once done she puts the bottle back up and I am treated to another view of her strong calf.  Down off her toes she comes and gently closes the lid.

Setting the dials properly takes a little ingenuity on Peggy's part. By pressing the palm of her wrist flat against the dial and her thumb wrapped along the side, Peggy can turn it to the proper setting, which she does now.  The first 
load is started so Peggy retrieves her crutch and maneuvers out of the laundry room and into the kitchen.

So far I haven't got a thing done, except get a boner from watching Peggy.  It's going to be a long day I think.  The kitchen is a little harder to see into from my chair so on the pretext of needing to ask her some questions on the clothing styles I have been reviewing, I move over to the kitchen door to talk to Peggy.

Having asked the question and getting an answer (you know, I can't even remember what the question or answer was). Peggy continues to work on chores in the kitchen while I was doing this. My mind goes blank, for now Peggy is bending over and using a paper towel to dry a wet spot on the floor.  Her taut, muscular and sculptured leg is displayed in all its glory.  Also, on display and much closer now is her nicely packed half butt, covered in her tight little ruffled black panties.  I can easily see the four rows of ruffles and the rounded cheek they encase, and on the other side with its indentation where her hip and leg used be.  It takes all my strength not to go over and slip those panties down and worship her body.  

I tried that once, I was in a frenzy after watching her do the cleaning. Though she liked it she scolded me afterwards and put on her sweats to finish the job. And for several weeks afterwards, she wore her sweats to clean in.  So now I 
just watch, and Peggy has gone back to wearing her baby doll dresses or something just as revealing to wear around the house.  And once again, I can enjoy the show she puts on me.

Peggy straightens up from cleaning the floor.  It is now time for her to do the dishes. We talk of different things as Peggy does the dishes (you know I was again in such a muddle I can't tell you what we talked about). To do the 
dishes, we have a hand glove for washing and a different one for drying that Peggy can slip onto her wrist and thumb.  She also has a rubber mat for her use to help her keep the dish in place while she washes, and one mat for drying the dishes after she has washed them.

Peggy is not able to scrape the plates, so we have a rubber squeegee to help her. She places the dish on the bottom of the sink, picks up the squeegee between her thumb and wrist and runs the scraper over the dish.  Any bones or 
objects that won't go into the disposal she places in the garbage pail.  Once all the dishes have been scraped and everything is stacked next to the sink for cleaning she will run the water and by moving the nozzle all over the sink 
area she can wash all the food particles into the garbage disposal.  Once the sink is cleaned of all food particles, she can flip the switch to the garbage disposal with her thumb until it is empty and then turn it off. 

We have a two tub sink, so once this is done she will turn the nozzle to the other tub and begin to fill it, adding some soap from the bottle. This she can turn up side down and squeeze to get the soap out by taking the bottle between her thumb and wrist.  As it is filling she place the dishes to be washed in the water to soak.  To do this, she takes one plate, bowl, cup or glass at a time and places them in the soapy water.

As we continue to talk, Peggy would take a plate or cup or glass, place it on the rubber mat and wash it using the hand glove, rinse it and put it on the drying rack which is placed on the other side of the sink.  All the dishes are 
easily done in this way.  The frying pans take a little more work.  I glued a Brill-o pad to a separate washing glove, this she can use to scrape the pans or any hard to clean dishes.  The pan is placed on the rubber mat and she will use 
the special washing glove (after getting lots of soapy water on it) to scrap the pan so that is thoroughly clean.  Running it under the water she can then rinse it and place it too on the drying rack.


Once all the washing is done, Peggy will put on the drying glove and by placing the dish, pan or whatever on the rubber mat she can dry each item by running the drying glove over it, then turn it, or turn it upside down.  She is able to dry the whole surface of all our dishes or pots this way.

Now to put the dishes back in the place in the cupboard Peggy must reach up and stretch into the cupboard to put each dish in its proper resting place.  Again I am afforded a perfect view of Peggy's well-sculptured leg, and her firm panty covered butt.  Her smooth pink skins, those firm muscles, are such a delight to see.  Only when it comes to the large frying pan does she ask me to help her.  I put the pan away; it hangs from a metal bar that hangs from the ceiling.  My job is easily done, so as I turn to talk to Peggy some more I see her smoothly crutching off around the corner.  Sigh!

I can hear Peggy getting into the closet for the vacuum cleaner so I head back on over to the sofa where I can again work on my laptop (yea right!).  From my perch on the sofa I can see Peggy at the closet.  She has placed her crutch 
against the wall while she works with the vacuum cleaner.

Peggy has bent over to reach into the closet to grab the hose and pull out the vacuum. Her long feminine leg is in full view as her baby doll dress rides up to her little butt with just a hint of her black panty showing.  Her bare foot flat on the carpeted floor is motionless.  From the side like this I can see into the expanse of Peggy's cleavage that her baby doll dress so invitingly displays.  

Peggy's double Ds are a wonder of firmness.  Her breasts are smooth, rounded and emanate warmth from every pore of their surface.  Today, I see she is wearing a black half cup bra, one I like for it holds her breasts up on a shelf and allows her nipples to be free as well as rubbed by the fabric of her dress as she moves around, thus causing them to become turgid and much larger than they would be under normal conditions.  All this is evident, for her baby doll is not tight on top and allows for much of what is underneath to come into view when she is bent over like this.  

So it was with great delight as I switched from her firm leg, to her breasts and back again during her little performance at the closet. Not to mention that feminine baby doll on display in-between.  Is it any wonder I do not get any work done when she is house cleaning?  

Well, she has pulled the vacuum cleaner out and has again reached in giving me another chance to bask in her exposed beauty.  I never get tired of looking at Peggy's charms. After a little bit I see she has the rug attachment out too.  Peggy places the rug attachment so that the top is in alignment with the hose from the machine.  Bending at the waist she picks up the hose by grasping it as best she can with her thumb and wrist wrapped around the hose.  Then by lifting, she can bring the end of the hose up to the nozzle for the rug attachment. She must then hop over and behind the attachment, and she will then press against it with her body to keep it from moving. Then by slipping the hose over the end and pulling it towards her, thus she can get as much of the hose on the attachment as is necessary.

Now she is ready to start the vacuuming.  To turn on the vacuum you must push a lever at the machine itself.  It's designed to be activated by a foot.  Well Peggy only has one foot and she has it in use.  So she bends at the waist facing me.  I am now getting a delectable view down the front of her dress; her two large nipples I can see are still turgid.  Also, most of her cleavage is in now on view, for I have a better view from this new position she is now in.  I think that dress must really do nice things for her for, her nipples are really turgid and appear to be larger than before, her chest has taken on a light pinkish color now too.  Using her wrist to push down the lever, she has started the machine.  Standing straight again she now must turn on the rug beater. By placing the top of the rug attachment against her waist she can hold it still while she uses her thumb to slide the switch to activate the attachment.  Now 
everything is on and Peggy can now start to vacuum the floor.

By maneuvering the attachment out along the room she can then by pushing, hop, push, move along the rug and vacuum it.  This is a slow process and it takes a while for her do a whole room.  But I get to watch her hop around.  Her breasts don't bounce much because of the half bra but she sure jiggles a lot and sometimes her open top comes down enough to expose a pretty, turgid and enlarged, nipple.  

What's also fun is, if Peggy sees something on the rug, like money, a pen, button or whatever.  She will let go of the nozzle and gently hop over to the item. Then she will bend at the waist to retrieve and pick up the item. Again I am given a nice view of her strong leg; from her cute little toes to her cute and tiny half butt.  Her sculptured leg, muscles all taut, are heavenly to look at.  Her panty-covered butt is also displayed many times during this operation.  
I am never too busy to view her splendid scenery.

Peggy does not appear to notice that I am watching her, nor for that matter that she is showing me so much of her charms while she is doing her housework.  She is like a ballet dancer as she sways, pushes, hops, bends and retrieves all about the room as if doing a choreographed dance.  The dance of the swans you might say.  Each movement of her body captivates me; the grace and charm of each action that she makes is so wonderful to watch.

At the finish of the living room, Peggy is often covered in sweat. Her warm pink skin glistens with her oils and sweat. Her baby doll dress is now covering her breasts and tight tummy like a glove; only the tiny swirling skirt does not attach itself to her perfection.  Her nipples, still turgid are making two tiny tents in the bodice of her dress.  As she continues to move about I notice that as her breasts jiggle they make the dress top also jiggle, their warmth and 
mass drawing me like a moth to a flame.  But I dare not stop Peggy in her quest to clean our apartment.  So I let her continue in her quest.

By this time the washing machine has completed its last cycle. So she hops over to the laundry room.  Bending slightly she opens the dryer door first. She straightens up and then reaches up high to get the clothes softener sheet 
from the cabinet.  In doing so her little baby doll dress rides up past her ruffled black panty.  Her firm cheek jiggles as she tries to keep her balance while up on her toes, for she is reaching up and off to the side.  Not an easy task to perform, even with someone with as much ballet training as Peggy has done.

Soon the softener is firmly held between her thumb and wrist when she comes down.  This she tosses into the dryer.  Now she opens the washer and reaches inside, this too causes her to bend and her dress again raises above her black 
panties, her thigh muscles taunt and firm; a sheen of sweat is still visible over the surface of her smooth skin.  Each grab brings up her frillies to be tossed into the dryer.  As she continues to bring her frillies she has to reach way down to the bottom of the tub.  Going down that far she practically has her whole body inside the washer trying to retrieve the wet clothes.  By now her whole ruffled black panty is now on display to above her waist so that I can 
clearly see the waist band at the top.  God, what a sight that is to see.  The effort is causing her to sweat even more now and her panty is beginning to paste itself to her tiny butt.  Once all of the wet clothes are in the dryer and all she will need to do is adjust the dryer settings. By placing the flat of her wrist against the dial and wrapping her thumb around the edge she is able to turn the dial to the correct setting she wants.  This is soon done and she turns the dryer on.

She now retrieves the colored dirty clothes off the floor.  More views of her displayed athletic leg and ruffled covered half butt as she bends and plops each grab into the washing machine.  More soap added, the setting of the dials, and finally turning the machine on.  Now she is ready to continue her other cleaning tasks.  

She hops and pushes the vacuum cleaner down to her next cleaning chore, the den.  Soon I hear her hop, then the push as well as the noise of the vacuum; this repeat pattern all too soon turns rhythmic as she cleans the den floor.  
The den is smaller so I am not surprised to soon see her hop and push her way down the hall as she vacuums it too.  Only this time she will turn and swing so that the width of the hall is vacuumed evenly as she works her way down the hall towards our bedroom.

Here I see Peggy turn off the vacuum.  I see her go to the linen closet, where she pulls out a clean pair of sheets, mattress cover and pillowcases. These she places each on her chair and hops over to the bed. Bending at the waist, Peggy gives me another nice side view of her firm muscular leg.  Standing back up straight she hops back to the bed.  She begins the task of making our bed by pulling the bed cover, blanket and sheets off and onto the floor.  By lifting 
each pillow by the closed side she gets the pillow form to drop out of the pillowcase. I am fascinated as always by the way her body wiggles, or shakes as she performed each maneuver of this task. When she is finished, there are two piles, one for the sheets the other for the blanket and bedspread.



She grabs the sheets between her thumb and wrist and begins to make short hops towards the laundry room where she deposited them to be cleaned later. Even with the uneven load in her hand and sheets dragging to the side and behind her, she is able to maintain her graceful hops to the laundry room.  Peggy's prior ballet training and athletic endeavors of the past have given her a grace and style no other triple amputee could ever hope to achieve.

Back to the bedroom, Peggy removes the clean sheets off the stool and places them on the floor next to the bed.  Next she sits on the stool and maneuvers it over to the bed.  Standing again after picking up the fitted mattress sheet, 
she hops over to the end of the bed.  The cover is folded so that Peggy only has to unfold it from one end of the bed to the other, rather than by going across the bed by one fold at the time until she is about half way across the bed, 
about the length her arm can reach.  At this point she can go to other side and by reaching way over, bring the rest of the fitted mattress sheet to other side.  Sometimes if I am quick and get in there on some flimsy excuse of getting 
something, a nail clipper or something, I can continue to watch.  If I do get there in time I am treated to a great view of Peggy's panty covered butt up close and her strong well muscled leg as she makes our bed.  Once the sheet is in place, at each corner, she will grab the middle of the corner and pull the cover down and under the bottom of the mattress until it is properly fitted.

The sheet and blanket are put on in the same manner as the fitted mattress sheet.  Next the bedspread goes on. Peggy finds a corner for the top left side, and by pulling it up and over the bed, she can position the bedspread. By going 
around and pulling it into place as she works her way around the bed, she can get the spread just about to where she wants it.  Now Peggy needs to straighten the spread so it is even all around.  She does this by sitting in the chair and 
using her foot.  By grabbing the blanket with her toes, she can pull down or over depending on what she feels is necessary to make the bedspread evenly placed on our bed.  As she is sitting up on the stool, Peggy has a good view 
of the bed and can tell when it is in place correctly. She has done this so often it does not take her long to complete.

The last to be done is the pillows, there are three.  Peggy sits on the floor with the pillows around her.  Taking one pillowcase between her thumb and wrist, she places it on the floor.  By using her foot Peggy will lift one side of the 
pillowcase and by grabbing the pillow between her thumb and wrist, stuff both into the pillowcase.  Then she will grab the top of the pillowcase, any side will do, and raise it up off the floor, shaking it to get the pillow in place 
correctly.  Once all three are done she will arrange them on the bed.

Now she finishes vacuuming the bedroom and returns it to the hallway closet.  After taking the carpet cleaner attachment off and placing it inside the closet she will then place the vacuum inside next to it too.

The bathroom is next on her list of rooms to clean.  Cleaning the toilet bowl is not pleasant for anyone, including Peggy, so it's no wonder that she likes to get that part over with as soon as possible.  To clean the inside, Peggy must, with her partial wrist and thumb, grab on to the edge of a sponge.  This allows a lot of the sponge to be used to clean with each movement along the surface of the toilet.  In this manner she can pretty much clean the top and inside of the toilet without too much trouble.  By sitting in her chair she can use her foot to clean the outside of the toilet.  Again, she can grab the end of the sponge with her toes.  And by pressing the sponge against the sides she can clean all over the outside of the toilet. By keeping the cleaning liquid in a bowl near her on the floor she can easily replace the cleaner in the sponge, and by squeezing it against the bottom of the bowl, she gets rid of the dirt on the 
sponge and soaks up new cleaning liquid.    

Now for the bathtub.  By rinsing out the bowl with the cleaner in it and replacing the water with fresh water and add a more appropriate cleaner fluid for the tub.  She set the bowl on the floor of the tub.  Where by again she uses her toes to hold onto the end of the sponge, she can reach all over the outside of the tub as well as clean the inside walls and bottom.  Once she is satisfied, she can then turn the shower on to rinse the inside of the tub. And by replacing the cleaning fluid in the bowl with clear water rinse the outside of the tub.

The bathroom floor is last to be cleaned in this room.  Again by sitting on the chair she can with the bowl of cleaner sitting on the floor next to her start in one corner of the floor and work her way to the door cleaning the floor.  Her 
toes are pretty tired by the time she is done.  To rest her toes will do another chore.  Peggy looks at the clock, she see its time to check the dryer, for the first batch should be dry by now.

So hopping back to the hallway Peggy makes gentle hops down the hallway towards the laundry room. I can see her beautiful breasts jiggling up and down, as well as her large nipples, still very turgid from all the stimulation they have been getting, making two little tents in her dress.  This is because her dress is still damp from all the exertion from cleaning, so it clings to her chest nicely.  Peggy's leg still has a sheen of sweat and it highlights her leg's fine 
musculature and soft curves.  Her calf muscle are flexing than relaxing as she makes her gentle hops down the hall.

At the dryer Peggy bends at the waist. Her calf and thigh muscles become taut as she stretches, her desirable ruffled bottom comes into view once more. I feel so lucky to have such angel who wants to live with me.  As each delicate item of lingerie comes out, she folds it and places it neatly in a pile.  Once this is done, she again reaches for another sheet of cling free.  Her thumb and wrist delicately handle and pull the sheet out of the box and then toss it into the 
dryer.

Again she opens the Washer and pulls out each item and throws them into the dryer. Bending at the waist again, I am treated to many sights of her finely built, ruffled covered panty bottom, as well as her smooth, firm and muscled legs. Her strength and agility are very evident as she does not jiggle, as her muscles do not twitch while she is doing this, even after spending so much time cleaning, she is steady as a rock.

Setting the dial with the flat of her wrist against the dial and her thumb along the side she now places the bed cloths into the Washing Machine to be cleaned.  The colored clothes she will wait until tomorrow.  Soon this is done and she 
takes the lingerie in her wrist and thumb and places them into a basket.  This she carries against her hip and by making small hops heads toward our bedroom.  Once there she stops at her clothes chest and places the basket on top.  Opens the lingerie drawer and carefully places each delicate item in its proper place inside her drawers.

Peggy is now getting tired from her exertions and wants to relax and maybe read.  So she hops gracefully back into the living room and heads towards my position on the couch.  Once she is here, she sits on my lap, wiggles her cute little pantied half butt into my still very hard manhood and gives me a kiss.  She is still quite sweaty, so without much difficulty she manages to get me wet too.

She smiles and asks, "Oh, am I getting you wet?  Maybe you could dry me, I am so tired from cleaning I don't think I can do it."  Who am I to turn down such an offer?   So I pick her up gently by her half butt and by grabbing her around her waist deposit her next to me, I race to the bathroom were I get a towel and race back to her.  

Once I am back I kneel before her to dry her leg.  Its muscled firmness glistens with lots of moister.  I carefully dry her toes, as I do I tell Peggy how beautiful she is and how well she is taking care of our home.  "Merci! kind Sir" she says in response.  "How can I not take care of my man, someone who I know appreciates me more than anyone else ever has." she continues.  By now her toes are done and I have moved to her ankle, then her calf, and finally her thigh.  In the process I have to move her leg as I pat her wet skin dry, and am frequently treated to views of her black panty crotch, which is also quite damp looking.  This too I pat gently and I hear her groan a little as I do.  Then she 
giggles and tells me that what I am doing is not going to get her dry but will get her even wetter. I dry her empty area were part of hip and her leg used to be, being gentle, I pat her panty area until it too is dry.   I long to worship her properly but I will have to wait for I know she would be too tired to really enjoy it.  Soon I have worked my way to up to her arm were I pat and dry it also.  I also spend some time at her ample cleavage and neck to get them all dry 
too as well as her empty shoulder.  All to soon my pleasant task is completed and I sit next to her feeling like I am ready to burst. 

Peggy then sits back against the pillow and picks up a book to read, ignoring my obvious arousal and her own need.  All too soon she is engrossed in the plot, so I tell her I am going down to the store and would soon be back.  She looks up and smiles and blows me kiss.  I bend over and kiss her gently on the lips.  Then I turn and try to rearrange myself to be more presentable and head for the door.

Racing down the elevator and out into the street I walk briskly to the corner grocer to search for what I know will make Peggy's day of cleaning more enjoyable when it is completed.  Its spring and the sidewalk out side the store 
now has a wide array of flowers chose from.  I go along and pick out various kinds of flowers, ones with multi, or single flower(s) as well as some with long stems or short stems. I walk into the store with my bundle and purchase them. Once this is done I head on back to the apartment.  

Back home I place them on the table were Peggy can see them.  She loves flowers and so I know she will certainly want to spend some time to arrange them for display on our table after she has rested.

I go back to the couch, trying not to disturb Peggy, for I know she is engrossed in her book, and work on my e-mail.  I have waited too long today to deal with it.  No longer distracted by Peggy's graceful moves and displays of beauty I 
can now get them all done.   By the time I have finished and sent them, Peggy has decided she has rested enough and puts her book down.  Spying the flowers she squeals and is quickly in my lap again and I am treated to lots of kisses 
for some time.  "I love you, you know just the right things to do to show you love me," she says.  All too soon she decides its time to deal with flowers I bought her.

Peggy hops to the kitchen to get a scissors and a knife.  These she places on the floor and hops over to the glass case and pulls out a crystal vase to place the flowers in. This too she places next to the scissors and the knife on the floor. Now she places the flowers I purchased close by there too.

After grabbing her chair pillow and placing it on the floor next to the vase she sits her pretty little half bottom on the floor and the pillow.  Firmly sitting herself, she than raises her leg and stretches it over to the to flowers.  Carefully edging her toes along each flower and stem she examines each and than makes her choice. By using her big toe she maneuvers the stem so that she can place the stem between her big toe and the little toe next to it.  By squeezing 
these together she is able to pick up a flower.  Bringing her leg up and she then bends her leg towards herself carefully.  She is still seated in an up right position, balanced on the pillow and the floor so she doesn't fall to the 
side.  In this way she is able to use her thumb and wrist to work the scissors.  She can fit part of her wrist into the larger hole and her thumb in the smaller one, thus enabling her to use them for cutting.  This she now does on the stem she is holding.  Some smaller leaves along the shaft are removed also. She does each flower in turn in the same way.  Cutting each to the length she wants as well as trimming what she does not want off.   It is in this fashion she can make the flowers ready for arranging in a way that is for her very satisfactory.

One of the nice things about watching her in action is that it gives me a perfect few of her muscled calf, her soft inner thigh, as well as her warm, moist pantied crotch. I never get tired of seeing her show off like this; she does it without any effort.  There are times when we are out and she is showing off without any thought on her part and what sometimes seems to be with an appearance of not realizing she is doing so.  She makes it appear that is totally believable that she does not know.  But I know and she knows she enjoys it, for afterwards she will whisper to me what she was thinking and what she was showing off as well as what she was seeing while doing so.  

Back to the flowers, once each of the stems are done she will put her wrist down to help her turn herself towards the vase and by maneuvering her leg over to it, deposit the stem into the vase.  Each flower and stem is meticulously cut to the length she wants, all in accordance to plan she has worked out as she examined each of the flowers.  The flowers are to be arranged so that they display the most of their color, size, and variety to who ever is the viewer.

I not only get to view the vase being put to together but the nuances of each move Peggy makes.   The muscles flexing, or a jiggle or just a twitter as Peggy makes each move in her quest to present the flowers for maximum effect.  Her smooth skin, and its color are all taken in as I watch each move that she makes.  Each flower and stem are removed and replaced in different positions many time over for the next hour. Her leg and foot are in constant movement during this time.  There are many pauses to, for she wants to make sure all is correct.  With Peggy standing and moving back away from the vase to view it from a distance to see how the vase will look.  Peggy prides herself on her flower arranging.  Many of our guests have made favorable comments on this to her in the past, and its a source of pride for Peggy.

Soon a large bouquet of flowers is on display for the delight of the viewer as they burst forth from the elegant vase she picked out for them.  Peggy now stands and by making her little toes go into the carpet, she can twist her heel 
over to the side and then the toes can go over so that point towards her destination, so that she makes a forward motion, along with the bouquet and vase in her hand, towards the table.  She carefully moves the few feet to the table 
using this type of motion.  She has been very careful as she moves so as not to mess up her hard work.

Placing them on the middle of table on French lace runner she hops back a couple of feet and views her handy work.  I come up beside her also.  I congratulate Peggy on another brilliant arrangement of flowers.  She blushes and turns a 
light pink.  Turning Peggy gives me a little kiss and with "merci" whispered in my ear hops off down the hall.

By this time the sheets are done so she hops over and makes sure the cloths are dry.  She must have decided they were, for she starts to carefully bring out each piece.  She folds them neatly and makes several stacks.  Each blouse and shirt hung on a hanger of different colors.  Blue is for me, and pink is for Peggy.  Her dresses also are hung but not for long for she will have to iron each as well as some of my shirts and all of her blouses.  Soon she is done, it is time for a new dryer sheet to be placed in the dryer, as the sheets are to be dried next.  This is all quickly done, all the while giving me many views of her ample charms as she does this.

Taking the dresses and blouses as well as some of my shirts on their hangers on her thumb she places them on another hanger that is next to the ironing board.  Turning on the iron, she hops to the cupboard and pulls out a bottle of distilled water.  Placing it on the ironing board she hops back to the cupboard to get a small funnel.  This, on her return to the ironing board, she places it into the hole used to pour the water into the iron with.  Placing the funnel in 
carefully, she gets it to stay up so that she will be able to pour water into it and have it go into the iron.  She grabs the distilled water with her thumb and wrist and starts to very carefully pour the water in.  Once the iron is full, Peggy knows the iron will be just about hot enough to use.  So hopping back over to the cupboard she replaces the distilled water and hops back to do the same with the funnel.

Taking the first dress off the hook and its hanger she lays it on the ironing board.  She has several special forms that are like pillows but are to be used in ironing.  They raise the material up so she can iron it.  She grabs a large flat one which she places inside the skirt portion of the dress.  She then takes the iron between her thumb and wrist and takes several short passes over the material.  Sitting down the iron she moves the pillow to a new spot next to were she just ironed and runs the iron over that. In this way she is able to cover the whole skirt and blouse portion of the dress.  Once she is done with that pillow, she replaces it with a thinner tub like pillow that she can stuff in the sleeves to help iron them with.  The collar is more difficult but Peggy's strength and finite control of her one remaining arm and wrist muscles allow her to be able to run the iron tip over the collar and get the right effect. Once the front in done she turns the dress over and repeats the performance.  Once she has completed the dress it is turned back over and Peggy retrieves the hanger and slipping on side inside the dress opening.  First one side goes on and then the other.  She spends some time to even out the dress by sliding it back and forth on the hanger until its correct.  Then she hangs the dress on another rod on the other side of the ironing board that she uses for the finished cloths.  

Each blouse and my shirts are done in the same method.  Once they are all done and hanging she takes several in her wrist and thumb and hops gently down the hall to our bedroom where she hangs them up.  She will make many returns for another batch to hang up until all the cloths are hanging or in drawers.

By this time the sheets are done in the dryer.  She pulls one out and hopping back out into the living room she carefully unfolds it so that it is smooth.  This process is very enjoyable for lots of times her ruffled panty covered 
half butt is placed right in my face, as is her smooth muscular thigh.  All are within easy grasp of my hands.  Once the sheet is flat on the floor, she will take one corner and hop to the other corner on the same side, then she will bend 
at the waist and place the two corners together.  Hopping back to the other end she repeats this performance.  Peggy will then go around and straighten each corner.  Always giving me wonderful view of her exquisite feminine charms.  Once that is completed she will grab one end in the middle and hop to the other end and place the two ends together, straighten each up as she does.  By repeating this set of movements she will end up with a neatly folded sheet.  

She will place it on the couch and retrieve the other sheet and do the same as well as the pillowcases.  Once all are completed she will then take and place them in the bedroom closet for use later on. 

Peggy can now relax; her day of cleaning is done.  She hops to me and sits gently down on my lap.  She will nuzzle my neck and asks "Do you like the way I clean house?  Am I doing it right?"  What can I say, she is sitting right on 
the evidence that I do.  So I wiggle myself a little which cause my point to sink in even more so.  Giggling she says, "My, my I do believe you enjoy my cleaning abilities."  "Peggy darling, you are a meticulous as well as an exciting house keeper." I answer.

Mike