At Peter’s prompting, she slowly turned around. She felt their eyes looking at her and she felt rather uncomfortable. “Why don’t you turn and fa...ce Richard and Fiona,” Peter prompted. Susan turned and faced the couple seated on the sofa. She felt elegant, and saw the two as they smiled at her. Fiona spoke, “She is quite beautiful Peter, don’t you agree Richard?” Richard nodded his agreement. Then Peter spoke. “Susan, I want you to show us all what you’re wearing beneath your gown.” Susan was. You really turn me on little sis.”She took of the shirt and tossed it in the washing machine and pulled down my bra to reveal my right breast. “Florence, what gorgeous nipples you have!” She lowered her head and sucked onto my harden right nipple. She even nibbled on it. I let out a moan as she suck on my right nipple while groping my other breast. This was heavenly!I collapse onto the floor from all the ecstasy, my sister followed me down and continued sucking on my nipple. It was extremely. I also began cutting back on the reading, simply by learning a few tricks. It was simply impossible to keep reading three- to four-hundred pages every week for every class. It was possible to skim each chapter, reading the beginning and end, and getting a sense of what was needed. Combined with a better understanding of the requirements, I managed to keep up with my reading.I began thinking I might be able to continue this technique in the spring when I got a call that changed it all. The. Perhaps the Gods sent Claude Carolina instead: a strong, handsome black man who probably knew more about what it meant to be a poet than all of the poets she had met over the years combined.There was a rawness to him, something untamed about him, and yet she touched a tender and beatific side of him when she asked him to see his homework. So tough and street-smart on the outside, yet so shy and childlike when it came to sharing his own work. Men, after all, were such children, even the toughest.