AUNTY CLARA PART 1
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In my semi-conscious state I could hear
heavy Noises, which sounded like Gun shots
but I wasn’t bordered cus for me the gift of
sleep was the best gift mankind ever had, so
I
continued in my long siesta, the noise
became unbearable as people started
screaming ferociously, it was then I opened
my eyes and to my greatest consternation it
was already dark ,wow I had slept for over
five hours, from the ensuing circumstances I
could Apprehend an unrest, the first thing
that came to my mind was that der was a
clash between vengeful cultist, but at the
other side I could hear incantation by
students ‘We no go gree o, we no go gree’ .
Stepping outside I saw students packing
books, boxes running helter skelter, some
holding Guns others shooting sporadically in
the air, turning cars upside down like they
had acquired some kind of supernatural
power , setting shops and items ablaze, for
some reason I felt I was still sleeping because
it felt like a dream, or better still a scene in a
war movie.
Okay there was a riot in my school that day
(evening ) and I was lucky to make it out
alive from the hostel, but thanks to this
unfortunate event I had an experience of a
life
time.
School was subsequently closed for 6 full
months, so I had a lot of free time on my
hands and I had no idea what to use my time
for, I thought of working but my dad wouldn’t
let me, he said I shouldn’t think of making
money so early in life so I wouldn’t be
distracted from studies, I was so bored that I
felt I was a magician after watching so many
videos of Criss Angel but as Criss himself I
had to make my boring predicament
disappear, I thought to myself. So I went to
my dad and gave him reasons why I needed
to travel, and he surprisingly obliged and
before I knew it I was on a flight to Abuja,
where I was to stay with my Aunty, an Aunty
which I had come across only once, she was
the sexiest Aunty I ever saw, Tall, Dark,
Busty,
yes she had so much curves that you could
use her to draw a graph, as I said I only met
her once and I was about to meet her again.
I landed in Abuja 25 minutes after I left
calabar, it’s funny how fast a plane can
transport some1. Landing in the Abuja airport
I entered a bus which took me to the Main
airport reception, I was starting to feel
uncomfortable not until I saw her…MISS Clara
was her name and being s*xy** was her
game. I saw her from a distance and I
started
moving closer towards her, I could feel my
heart beating because I wasn’t sure of what I
would say to her, but before I could ponder
some more she completed the distance
between us and gave me a big hug, the aura
around her was magnificent maybe it was
because of her expensive perfume I don’t
know, her looks, her eyes, her outfit only
dripped with radiance…she was what I would
call ‘fine Girl no pimples’, miss Clara was a
tall lady who stood at about 5 foot 4, she
was
light in complexion or what I would call
chocolate, she had lovely brown hair, light
make up on, dark long eye lashes which were
by the way not fixed but natural, I noticed her
aquiline nose which I probably reasoned was
an interplay of Genes from my father’s side,
whose mother was a Lebanese, miss Clara
had this deep red lipstick on, with luscious
lips which made Angelina Jolie look bad, she
was clad in a short red gown, which was a V-
neck, for me it exposed a little too much, as I
cud see here big mammary glands, popping
out for recognition. Looking at her I realised I
knew little or nothing about this young lady
who was probably in her early 30’s but I was
sure I would find out sooner or later. My face
was virtually buried in between her booobs
while the hug lasted, this was because of her
height which was buttressed by her brown
high heel Louis Vuitton shoes, after the hug
she took a brief glance at me, and exclaimed
how fast I had grown considering the last
time she saw me, she held me in the hand as
we proceeded to her 406 Peugeot car, to say
the least I was impressed, but even more
when I arrived at her apartment.
On my way to her house I did get a glaring
view of the city of Abuja, the federal capital
territory, from the plane the city looked like a
village to me, with a lot of dust and untarred
roads, the height must have impaired my
visual abilities because looking at the city
from the car, Abuja looked like a vast
uncompleted building, structures being
constructed everywhere, new roads on the
verge of completion, skyscrapers made up of
all sort of bricks and precious materials,
companies and industries at every nook and
cranny, luxurious cars, sit outs etc. and all
the roads looked to me like a high way
because it was devoid of go slow or any form
of congestion, I also noticed the absence of
obnoxious police and road safety officers
asking for every car particular, license,
insurance, fire extinguisher even a Waec
result…lol… In a nutshell the city was lovely
and if I didn’t know better I would say that all
of the countries resources were deposited in
this place.
So we reached her apartment, she lived in an
area called wuye and, from our conversation
in the car she said she rented the self-
contained with 3 rooms for a whooping sum
of 950 thousand per annum. On entering
Clara’s abode I was greeted by this
scintillating odour in her vast parlour, it was
so pleasant that I had to inquire where the
refreshing smell came from, and she pointed
at some bouquet of flowers, which she said
she bought during her trip to Dubai with her
Boyfriend, boyfriend?! I muttered to myself,
her boyfriend was probably one of this young
oil moguls, or better still a very successful
entrepreneur I muttered some more, anyway
beside me was her 21 inch flat screen tv
hanging on her white wall, it was painted
white and designed with this lovely brown
patches that looked like stars, beneath the tv
was her home theatre with vertical speakers
by the sides to support it, she had this lovely
leather chairs , a Dining table on an elevated
floor behind them, which was made possible
by just a step, and Gorgeous floor tiles which
gave the house an illuminating background,
all this Engulfed in her unbelievably chilled
parlour, Equipped with heavy horse powered
LG air conditioner, still basking in the
splendour of this aesthetic home, Clara
beckoned on me not to worry that she will
Give me a tour of the house later on, but for
now I should follow her to my room where I
would keep my travelling bags and take a
bath to freshen up.
She led me straight to my room and I
followed religiously, I was so caught in the
moment that I almost forgot how beautiful
my host was, this made me wonder which
was more beautiful Herself or the house,
Clara
led me to my room, which was equally
impressive, a bed with nice bed covers, an air
conditioner on the wall, a wardrobe and a
rest room which I later discovered, it seemed
like the room had not been occupied before,
because it was very vacant, well it was just
how I liked it, with her soft hands placed on
my chicks and a stare like a woman looking
into her lovers eye she asked me ‘swidy I
hope you like your room’ and I exclaimed
‘who wouldn’t‘ and she gave me a bright
smile, she told me to freshen up because she
was about to do same and meet her in her
room so I can remind her to make me launch,
her room was just opposite mine, the rooms
were situated in a corridor which was an
extension of the parlour, by the way this was
just 2 o’clock in the afternoon. She detached
her hand from my chick, licks her thumb in a
most seductive way and wipes through my
eyelashes in a bid to straighten them…on her
way out she turns her face back to me and
asks if I want to come in to the Jacuzzi with
her, Like a congested Hard disk my brain
found it hard to process her question, when
she saw the troubled look on my face she
smiled mischievously at me and said ‘see you
in a jiffy’ and she headed to her room…, I
stood there clueless, with mixed feelings,
feelings of sexual excitement on one hand
and a craving for un limitless adventure on
the other, but the mere thought of her being
my blood relation extinguished this Nutty
fantasies.
I dropped my bags unpacked a few clothes
and items, took a bath and laid down on my
bed trying to get acquainted with my new
environment, in the midst of my
retrospection,
my phone rang I picked it up and saw a
strange number , on answering it I heard a
female voice, ‘Swidy it’s me Clara, come to
my room, I need your help with something’ I
was surprised that she had my number, but
on second thought I reasoned that my dad
must have given it to her, but that aside,
what
was paramount on my mind at that moment
was what she wanted my help for, so I stood
up and headed to her door, and knocked
nervously and in less than 5 seconds the
door
opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I stood
there for a moment completely overwhelmed
with my mouth Agape, staring directly at my
so called Aunty who was now…
Wearing a different outfit, to tell the truth I
thought I would open the door to see a very
Unclad Clara, but instead she had changed
into a white body hug top and a blue jean, I
could see her pink Bra through her top,
which
held in place her voluptuous bosoms, she
said I should help put her chain around her
neck because she can’t seem to do it herself,
so I took it from her and put the chain
around her, she used her hand to shift her
hair to the side, to give room for me to hook
the chain together, as she waved her hair
aside i was immediately drawn to the
tantalising smell of her hair, it smelt like the
fresh air in the beginning of rainy season, all
this while, I had never really noticed it, her
hair was 100% natural she hadn’t fixed any
attachment, a little longer than the average
Nigerians woman’s hair, smooth and soft at
least that’s how it looked, probably she must
had been treating it with some expensive
cream, I thought, it was brown in colour but
there was nothing to suggest that it was due
for relaxing or perming, I suddenly gained
consciousness when she said ‘are you
done?’,
I hurriedly hooked the chain and said yes,
she
turned to me, told me to escort her to the car
so that she can drop me off at a fast food
just some miles from the house, so I can buy
myself launch, she told me that she was in a
hurry to meet up with some one, she dropped
me at the place, I ate there and I paid my
way
back home, she had a dstv, dvd, and an Ipad
just lying around the house, so I had no
reason to get bored. I played around with this
things till I slept of, if I can recall correctly I
think she came back around 9pm, when she
came back she simply covered me with a
blanket, while I was sleeping on the most
comfy chair in the world, her parlour chair. I
slept like a baby that night.

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EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1 .
Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge
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ADEBIMPE THE FACEBOOK GIRL PART 1 (S*x, Hatred, Revenge, Love, Betrayed) (Completed) .

Early february. I met adebimpe on facebook as a mutual friend to one of my friends. One thing led to another, we started chatting on BBM and early march, we started E- dating. 3weeks ago, we discussed on how we will see facially and she suggested to travel down to meet me in akure if only I can send T.fare. Adebimpe is a student of uniport so she fully based in PHC. I was so happy that I started day dreaming how the visitation will look like, the romance, fun, love-making etc. . On the 14th of april, I sent 10k into her account as Tfare. She called me to tell me she got the money. And the travelling preparation began. The D-day came. I have cleaned up my room, bought foodstuffs, bought a new pack of CD., wen she dropped at akure garage, I told her to pick a bike to my house address which she did, she got to my house at around 5pm. I ushered her in, gave her soft drinks and we were chating. Wen it was 6pm, she shocked me by telling me she has a cousin here in akure and that’s where she will be staying throughout her 3days of stay and dat I shd visit her at her cousin’s place the following day. I was so sad but I didn’t show it, I faked a smile and walk her off to take bike. I come dey reason am say “se na like dis my 10k go waste?”. The next day, I didn’t go to visit her and I lied that I was sick with the mindset that she will come to my place instead. But na lie, all she could do was to call me and ask after my health. That nite, I couldn’t sleep. I was just wondering how silly I am. I just put my fone in silence and forcefully slept off. As I woke up around 6am in the morning, I picked my fone and I saw a text from adebimpe. Which says “baby u knw I will be leaving today, wat time should I come to visit u so as to get my return Tfare”. Chaiii, na so my head spark . click on the link below to continue reading
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HOW I CHERISHED MY SISTER PART 1 . IF YOU WANT TO THREAD THE PATH OF REVENGE, YOU MUST DIG TWO GRAVES – Some wise guy or something, I’m not good with their names I just take their words to mind. A professional “do it all” consultant. From finding missing persons or object to high profile assassination; I’m the guy to call. Been in the business for a while, so on my worst days I’m am considered an experienced professional and on my best days I am a bleeding expert. My name is Kunle Smith and as I lie down here in a pool of my own blood waiting for death’s cold embrace, I cannot help but ask the question : HOW THE Bleep DID IT COME TO THIS. To answer my question I thought back to when it all started to go wrong… The very beginning : Apologies in advance for the gritty nature of what I am about to tell you. Some of us had it rough in the origin department… It’s a Cinderella story really, I was the unplanned fifth of five boys left to fend for myself after my mom died giving birth to number six, the only girl, Vera. The only good thing I had, brothers had all gone off and wound up dead or in jail where they wound up dead anyway and my father buries himself deep in liquor ever since my mum died, hardly gives us the time of day. “I’m hungry!” Vera would yell when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. My father would throw an empty bottle at her as he growled his usual response “be glad I give you a pilow to sleep and a roof over your head, you want something to eat, work it out for yourself.” crying she would beg to go out with me and I would take her. She was special, did all I could to protect her, but really she was the one always taking care of me. Because when she started to put on her lonely lost child act in the center of a town the attention of all the bleeding hearts in the town focuses on her and while they were busy trying to comfort her, I would slowly creep behind them, help myself to all the fancibles and valuables in their pockets and be gone before they realise it. We were happy until one faithful day…. We had a great run, plenty of loose wallets in heaping pile, we were planning on how to go about our spending. “Let’s get ice cream” Vera was saying, when they showed up. About six guys none of them was over twenty by the looks of them but they were all bigger than me. ‘good idea little Dam’ said one of them, “after that we can go to Freddie’s and get us each a girl for the night” added the one who struck me as the leader. With anger I stepped in front of them protectively standing over Vera and our money and said “stand back, our hard work, our money” the leader replied “but it’s on our turf so that makes it our money you are either going to hand it over or get bloodied, you and your pretty little Dam sister, your choice” he laughed. ” Stay away from us” I warned. He came forward eerily looming over, he bent low his face inches from mine and with a suffocating foul breath said “Who’s gonna make me” and all of a sudden they descended on me with punches, sticks, and wait was that a hammer? Oh OK it was a big fist, felt like a hammer though. It was hell I have never experienced such physical pain in my life before. With spared glance I saw Vera throwing rocks at them screaming “leave my brother alone” I wanted to scream, tell her to run but my voice wasn’t working. Then one of Them walked over to her and tried to grab her but she wouldn’t let him. She was squirming under his loose grip I was screaming “vera no, leave her alone!” forcefully Vera managed to break herself free from her attacker. she had used her legs to push as hard as she could against the guy, it’s resulting force propelled her forward right into the main road. And then I HEARD: PAAAAAAANM PAAAAAAANM, it was getting dark so no one really saw it coming, no one heard it blew it’s trumpet, not until it was too late. VERAAAAAA! I screamed with all my strength. It was a freaking horror show me on my knees unable to move, couldn’t stand, couldn’t run, Vera was screaming as the truck hit and then ran over her, I was helpless wishing for it all to stop but it didn’t, almost immediately after everything was quiet. Our attackers fled, the driver fled too he had been driving Without headlights that’s why I had not seen him in time. The truck had crushed her thoroughly scattering Vera’s body parts all over the road. With an overwhelming, an immeasurable and an unimaginable grief in my heart, a realisation came to me: this world is a cruel world, only the wicked thrive. And vera was an angel the world was not meant for her let her go back to heaven that’s were she belongs with angels like her. “goodbye Vera watch over me, they didn’t kill you but they are the reason you are dead and thats the same thing to me, watch as I bring down hell upon those that brought you this gruesome fate”…. I vowed. ……After that horrible incident, to become stronger, I joined gangs, pushed drugs, abused drugs, engage in Street fights, gang wars, pimped girls over the years, A bloody waste of time if you ask me. For none of it made me strong the way I wanted to be. It was when I got arrested and was sent to prison, that I found the kind of strength I was looking for. Warmed my way to the hearts of the inmates quickly enough. it was after I told my story and expressed my determination for revenge that one of the prison bosses took me in, thought me everything I need to know. Trained me in combat and gun battle, thought me the best revenge path to take. After serving four years of prison time I was released three years ahead of schedule for good conduct, I wasted no time in plotting my revenge course, using the connection Don piccolo (my prison boss) gave me, finding my first target wasn’t hard: The Driver. I traced him to his home town, where he was a mechanic. Immediately I saw him, eight years of anger welled up inside of me. I walked up to him and asked “do you know me”. He gave me a once over look and said “no can I help you with anything?” “you don’t remember me” I asked again. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me then asked “Who are you”. “Do you know vera?” I answered his question with mine. “No and I would like you to leave my property, I am not comfortable with you on it”, he replied as he looked up into my eyes and took a step back. Guessing he must have seen it, the murderous intent in my eyes. Before he could speak I asked him “do you remember the little girl you crushed to pieces eight years ago with that truck” pointing to the last truck at the roll of vehicles on the left. His eyes widened as he remembered, he raised his left hand that held a huge metal spanner and tried to hit me with it but I was quick, I stepped back thrusting forward I jabbed him on the jaw, he staggered back. seeing that he couldn’t fight me he ran back so fast inside his shop and locked the wooden gates, I could hear his footsteps retreating deeper inside. something shiny caught my eyes. The fool had left the key to the truck he was repairing on the ground I picked it up and climed in, then started it, and drove it straight through the gate, as the gate shattered he came into view, his back against the wall, his chest heaving so high I thought his heart was gonna bust out, his eyes as wide as they could go. With a tinge of satisfaction and a small smile on my lips because I liked the fear that resonated from him, it was the same fear that vera felt before dying, I drove the vehicle straight at him crushing him against the wall behind him, I came out of the truck, went out to pick surrounding flowers. Wasn’t really comfortable with it, I didn’t want to leave any trail for the police to track, but I believed it was the right thing to do. The Don had said that It’s meant to be like a sense of knowing for Vera that her killers hadn’t gone unpunished. plus by the time the police caught up, i would have been done with my vengeance mission, dissappeard and started a new life. Placing the flowers on the dead driver I muttered ‘for Vera’.

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BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1 (Completed) .
It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/

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