Lots of rich black men and rich black women look down on poor black people. It’s not just white women and white guys. Class can be as a big a gap as... race between different groups of people. Let no one tell you otherwise. I want to share with you the story of how I fell from grace, found my strength and found love in the most unlikely of places. The time was 1993. I was twenty one years old, a junior at Northeastern University in Boston. My father, Walt Wilson is one of the wealthiest. “Excuse me?” Rachel asked smirking as well. She dipped a brush in a paint container, fully prepared to cover her brother’s nose in yellow. A snicker escaped Cale’s mouth before he spoke, understanding the wrath he was about to invoke. “You heard me…….. lady.” It was over quickly after it had began. Rachel pounced onto him, pushing his shoulders and than his hands away in attempt to get a clear swipe of her paint brush at his face. She sat on his chest with a leg on each side of him and. “Maybe if she wasn't my sister I would...” He didn't need to finish the sentence to know what he was saying.The two girls came downstairs for food and the three of them sat at the table in dead silence. The two girls did not lift their gaze from their food, but Matthew could not help but stare at them. He couldn't get the image out of his mind.He sat there with his food untouched, thinking about Bella's perfect ass propped on top of her adorable feet as she knelt on the floor between Laura's. Since next day is Sunday everyone was in the home, I thought it’d be difficult to get the same treatment today.That day when I gone inside kitchen Anupama asked Geetha to go out and play and she has gone inside my lungi for the first time I’m receiving my blowjob.There outside I see my brothers playing with Geetha by sandwiching between them and giving a dry hump simultaneously.Geetha is now giving a hand job to my 1st brother.That night I’ve gone to sleep with Anupama, Anupama asked to check.