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I can’t believe I’m here sneaking around, making sure no one see me leave the party, she promised to come by my house. Its safer for her to come to our house, we can always lock ourselves up somewhere na, but then again, our house seems is a bevy of activities, as the party had started hours ago. Okay, here is the story; we are here for my grandma’s burial and been the last child and a 22 year old son, I was the least of their worries.

I will admit, it was fun walking around, sightseeing, the king’s palace, the village square, the big mango tree where my dad told me, he and his friends gathered in the evenings, the huge football field infront of the village primary school and not forgetting the luscious village girls. Girls with magnificent tits who have forgotten to wear bra for one reason or the other, the boobs jumping around their chest and they play and run after eachother….what a wonderful sight.
I tried to socialise a little, my dad took me to one of his friend’s house where I met the love of my life, our connection was instant, or so I thought. I couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful face until she went into the kitchen to bring us water, boy! was I in shock to see her giant backside. I was in total shock because nothing in her physique while seated hinted of the massive curvy backside with flaring hips, she looks almost exactly like Chidinma, how would I have known she has a big backside.
Our glance exchanges became more and more frequent than usual, I knew it for sure that I would reap bountifully from this. After dinner in her house, I helped her clear the table and followed her with her mum into the kitchen. Her mum thanked me for helping and sent both of us to another house some buildings down the street.

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