“No, not precisely.”  Sholol says, the gentle smile still playing about her mouth.  She reaches over and grasps the edges of April’s robes, pulling them shut slowly and runs her hands over the skin underneath as she does.  She tweaks the edges of the robes when they are closed to settle them ‘accidentally’ running her fingers over the covered blueberries as she does.<br/><br/>“You should concentrate on your schooling during the day, young one.  Then maybe someone will eat your ‘blueberries’ at night.”   She says grinning, as she smacks April gently on her firm ass.  “Come now, you have a class do you not?”