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Tunde fine sha… mi o le pa iro!
That was Alhaja’s thought as she stared at him. He had just come out of the flat he shared with his older sister and was fetching water from the pump outside. She watched him with an intensity that could singe the average human. She had done everything to lure Tunde but sadly, he never took the bait. He was the area fine-boy… tall, dark, well-built with the funny sporty-waves curl on his head. He was just the kind of guy Alhaja liked. He wasn’t the metro-sexual kind of guy. His bushy brows needed trimming as was his tuff of chest hair. He left his armpit hair and presently, from her vantage peeping position, Alhaja could see them peeking from the sides of his arm. His legs were muscular, athletic… his Saturday football stint with his peers made sure of that. But Alhaja’s favorite part of his anatomy was his cock. His schlong wasn’t the long type. He had an average sized dick. But what he lacked in length, he made up for in girth.

Oko boy yi ni swag fun ara e!
He was in his usual house-wear of singlet and boxers and she could see the outline of his ‘preek’ from said boxers as he bent down to place his bucket under the running tap. Though they had shrunken to a disappointing length, she could still tell the girth by the constant dangling whenever he moved. Alhaja imagined how big it would grow when erect and her fleshy pussy moistened instantly. She needed him NOW and was willing to give her gold and diamonds just to have him Bleep her. Taking in a deep breath, Alhaja began to plot.
Bobo yi oo le escape me loni!

Alhaja was a single mother to two teenage children, from different fathers. She had never been married and her baby-daddies were very rich, very randy and pathetically illiterate. They had been awed by her beauty and the fact that she was a graduate… which she wasn’t. But they had bought her false life hook, line and sinker and had wasted no time filling her up with their individual seeds. Alhaja’s kids were her claim to fame. Her baby daddies kept her in the lap of luxury and she relished it. Her kids were in the prestigious Corona Private school, sponsored by their respective dads… she had three shops at Alade Shopping Complex where she sold pricey Swiss lace, Designer handbags and an array of weaves ranging from Peruvian, Indian and Brazilian hair piece(s). She was pretty, bottle-bleached fair, buxom and looked far younger than her 45years. To all extent and purpose, she was rich, successful and had loads of money to throw around on boy-toys.

Tunde was her tenant’s brother. He just finished serving and was looking for a job. He had approached her about finding him a suitable Engineering job in a successful company. Sadly, Alhaja hadn’t been able to connect him to any company and she felt bad. If she had been successful, Tunde would have been eating from her palms. Then she remembered something. Chief Ajalekoko from the Yoruba Country Club owed her a favor. This was the time to call in that favor. She picked her phone and dialed Chief’s number.
Je ki’n dismiss awon omo mi sharply. Mi o le wa gawk ara mi!

Her children had been quite surprised and elated when she handed them five thousand naira and told them to visit the cinema to watch any movie they wanted. The driver was to take them there and wait till they were done. Her instructions were simple… Her daughter, Mosebolatan, was to ring her when they were done and returning home. Her son, Ayobami was to keep a close eye on Mosebolatan and report to her if she so much and smiled at any boy. Her children scampered out of the house in glee and Alhaja heaved a sigh of relief. She took a shower, applied her ‘M’obo tight’ cream to her vagina. (M’obo tight was a vagina tightening cream she had bought on her last trip to Saudi Arabia) She applied liberal portions and expected her pussy to be tight and ready for Tunde’s arrival. She changed into some chiffon robe and doused perfume under her breasts, armpit, pussy, butt-crack behind her ears and on her wrists. She brought out a bottle of big stout, turned on her TV to AfricaMAgic Yoruba and waited.


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