’ Ana slapped his arm. ‘Just for that you can do the dishes!’ Sean brought a cloth-covered basket to her nose. He suddenly became penitent. ‘E...en though I made these just for you?’ Ana peeked under the white covering and closed her eyes as she savored the tempting aroma. ‘Counselor, you present a powerful argument but I still see dishes in your foreseeable future. And I do recall it was you who volunteered to cook me dinner.’ ‘How about I wash and you stack?’ ‘Um.’ Ana paused with her arms in. ?My God?I have an audience! ? Jim quieted the crowd ?O.K. People, settle down?Some of you know I do this once every semester. The person under the sheet is one of your classmates needing a little help in getting over her ?Stage Fright?She is unnamed and is to remain so?any of you attempt to discover who she is and I will have you thrown out of the program. Now lets begin: This will be a session for her to exhibit natural response uninhibited performing before an audience. The professor took a. Here a word of explanation is needed. When I call her ‘little’ Connie, I refer to the fact that she is, maybe, five foot one in her socks. Ghanaian, twenty-two years old, with a pretty, round, ever-smiling face, she admittedly does not have the generous chest that normally so endears a young woman to me (she would be a fairly standard C cup I imagine). But anything lacking above the waist is more than made up for by an African ass of truly heroic proportions, amply supported by massive thighs.. Sometimes there was little or no sex—not caused by her periods, that didn't stop either of us. Sometimes we did it in the shower, even then, or in bed, depending on her flux, or we just didn't have intercourse. Erotic writers can be quite imaginative in bed. I didn't mind, she seemed to find it naughty and forbidden. That was what mattered: how we were free to be ourselves, to say and do whatever we wanted. I never held back a thought or a question, never lied to her, never gave her only half.