Proud Bostonian. As Haitian-American as rice and beans dipped in burrito sauce. She shook my hand, smiled and introduced herself. Wendy Saint-Mathieu....Born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, and raised in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I grinned, and addressed her in French. My mother taught me French along with Haitian Creole, and I learned Spanish from my father. I guess I speak four languages, if you count English. I asked Wendy what she thought of Carleton University. I can hardly wait.My nipples are hard, I gently pull at them, and then circle them lightly with my nails. I reach for my lube and the anal prober. It has a beaded shape with a very wide bead at the end, designed to keep up my tight ass. I normally like to play a while with my asshole before entering it, but I am anxious to orgasm, so I lube it up good and shove it into my hole. I suck in my breath as the prober burns my poor little hole, but it adjusts to the size of its intruder within. Don't nag!"Evelynn snaps at her with a look of pure apathy."Wow! Ok, ok, sheesh..." Tamara says. "Ok let's change subject then.Girl, you'll never guess what I found in the mailbox today..." Tamaramakes a funny face."Well, what did you find? More bills? If so, it isn't funny." Actually, sadly yes, the bills too. But, that's not the point, alongwith the bills there was a letter!" A letter? Wow, who even writes letters anymore? Phones were inventedquite a while ago haha!" Evelynn laughs, but she's. We live in a small village, between two country borders, that’s why I have a Spanish name, while my cousins have different ones.My aunt loves her kids and has a special way to raise them. She thinks boys are the best, loyal, trustworthy, mature and reliable, while girls are just the opposite. I think she hates me because if she doesn’t I can’t understand her thoughts. I mean, she’s a woman, she thinks of herself the same as she thinks of me?Now, let me begin with the “Panties affair”One month.