She didn’t make a sound, but I could feel her body go stiff and stop moving. All of her being was concentrated at the tip of my finger in her pussy...and the tip of my tongue vibrating against her clit. Eliza was going to cum. The only question was, how hard?“Geeeeeezzzzz…eeeyyyoowww! Damn! Fuck! Shit! What are you doing to me?” Eliza’s legs collapsed back to earth. She loosened the grip on my hair and began idly stroking my hair. “That was unbelievably amazing…” Eliza was drowsy and. When she’s not at school, she’s usually hanging out with Linda and Rosalind, a couple of plump Haitian women who live down the street on Forest Avenue with their husbands and assorted brats. I don’t know where they go when they’re not sitting on the couch watching TV in the family room. And honestly I don’t care. Every minute she’s out of the house is a minute I have to myself. Finally, there’s my sister Hannah. A tall, slender and rather good-looking, light-skinned Haitian gal in her early. " I replied."Mom told me that sometimes you forget things. She said you were a hero and got hurt saving someone's life." Shawn said."To be honest Shawn, that is one of the things I forgot," I replied."Well, I don't think you have to remember, as long as we do," he said all serious."That sounds good, you can be my memory. If I ask you, do I like lasagna. Next time you can tell me whether I do or not." I suggested."I can do that," he said. "We are also going to have that fancy toast stuff.". I would do almost anything to get into pre-med atone of the elite prestigious schools, but even if I did, I did not wantto graduate with a mountain of debt.Even before my sister went off to Duke we used to play games at dinnertrying to come up with unique ways to get a scholarship or an edgegetting into college. We looked into strange hobbies, clubs, our familytree and every academic programs under the sun.We considered oddball majors that could get us into the top schools andthen we might.