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She immediately smiled, put the magazine she was going through away and looked up at me.

I sighed.

I mentioned each and told her the meaning, trying not to look or sound embarrassed. I did it the way a Biology teacher would do. I could see that she looked pleased to hear what I said.

"Thank you," she said cheekily.

I continued the teaching, not minding if she was paying attention or not. I could perceive the messages she was sending to me but I would rather pretend I didnt notice. As a teacher, I had always observed the golden rule of not messing with female students.

Some of them had been coquettish, just as Maggie was presently. Some were discreet about it, while some were direct. However, I must say that none was as direct as this.

I still managed to look as if I was strictly there for business. At the end of the lesson that day, I left, feeling quite ruffled. I just had to be steel in my resolve not to fall for Maggies seduction.

I wasnt in the house until the Wednesday of the following week. Now, the two came wearing identical jeans and t-shirts. I could not tell who was who.

I turned to my right. "Are you Martha? Hows your body, now?"

"I'm Martha," the one to the left answered.

I quickly turned to her.

"Oh, sorry. How do you do, Martha?"

She smiled. "Fine, thank you."

I wrote the topic on the board and started to teach. It was on African prose. I needed to make it very interactive so I asked them which of the recommended text books they had read.

"All the books," they chorused.

"Good. That will make it easier. All the same, we need to seriously revise each of them. Lets start with Faceless by Amma Darko."

They cooperated by contributing to the discussion on the background, theme, setting and the characters in the book; and by asking relevant questions. I was happy they were taking the lesson seriously. After about an hour, Martha yawned.

"We understand everything about the book," she said.

"Everything? No, I dont think so. Knowledge has no end. No matter what you understand or know, you can always know and understand better."

"The lesson is becoming boring," Maggie seconded her sister. "Cant we try something exciting?"

I looked at them curiously. "Such as what?"

"Such as asking you some personal questions," Martha put in.

My heart started racing. What were they up to? "I think its better we restrict questions to the book. We can still talk about the themes and the plot again."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Martha asked.

I sighed. Maybe I should just drift with them reasonably. "

No, I dont," I lied.

They instantly looked interested. "Really? Is that true?" Maggie asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"Are you saying you dont have sex?"

I was horrified. How could these girls ask very sensitive questions so casually like this?

"Let's not talk about that," I quickly put in.

"Why not? Why do people take sex as a taboo?" Martha asked.


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Interesting episode.

okrikaboi:
You are good with the details mate.

Thanks.

centmanuel:
Thanks for the update. I love the way you write

Thank you.

Thankfully, they didn't have to do retakes and Onome was able to snap at least 30 stills once the camcorders stopped and before he withdrew.
Nike stood and crammed a dozen or so tissues into her crack before she headed to the bathroom.

Dayo was right behind her to wash his cock with warm soapy water.

The sisters checked the quality of the three videos while the two actors where cleaning themselves. They were very happy. This was going to be a fantastic video.

The other scenes were doggy position, reverse cowgirl, Nike sitting on Dayo' face, a lovely minute of Nike dangling her large boobs in Dayo' mouth, another deep Drinking scene and finally the classic missionary position when Nike helped Dayo to come once again, on her tummy this time.

This session took much longer than scheduled since Dayo had trouble staying as hard as he needed to be. Nike was a real trouper, however, and Roli thought she would do well in the porn business if she ever wanted to try it.

To celebrate a successful shoot, the sisters stopped by the Joint and had a beer with the guys at the bar. As always, they had many offers of late night entertainment but each declined and headed home before midnight.

School was in recess for the holiday so they could sleep in on Wednesday morning. Onome was going with Dele to his parents for the weekend and Roli was going with Ike to meet the parents and enjoy Easter party together. Football was over for the year since the Akoka team didn't make the playoffs.

Before going to bed, Bukky called Tade to see if he was hanging out at the station. This was his last night shift before Easter party and he was headed up to see Vivian on Wednesday morning.

"Hey sweetheart, what's going on?"

"Hi Bukky. Only one call-out tonight so far. Your shoot wrap up?"

"It did. Turned out much better than we expected. The ladies and I went to the Joint again to celebrate and we just got home."

"No fights there tonight?

"Not tonight."

"I slept for a few hours this evening at the bungalow. Sade sends her best."

"We need to have her and Badmus for dinner one evening. I'd love for Onome and Roli to meet them."

"Maybe next week. Let's check our schedules."

"Anything new with Deola?"

"I called her this evening. I knew if I didn't, I'd worry about it for the next few days. She said that she'd like to meet me and explain her actions. She was very apologetic but I gave her no sympathy. We've agreed that I'll go to her parents' house on Friday after lunch. She asked me to bring Vivian but I said no. That made her angry but I told her that Vivian is not going to see her."

"That doesn't surprise me. She wants Vivian, I think."

"Why do you think that?"

"Just putting myself in her position. If she is really cured and wants to rebuild her life, she is going to want Vivian. She loves her daughter. Vivian is a part of her and she's convinced herself that she can raise her better than you can."

"After making such a mess of her life, how can she think she deserves a second chance with Vivian?"

"Honey, she's thinking all the mess is behind her and moving forward is going to be just hunky-dory. Now I'm guessing, of course, but if I were in her position, that's the way I'd feel."

"That's not going to work with me."

"Well be prepared for her arguments. At least you have legal custody of Vivian."

"Yes, don't worry about it. We'll get through this and then start planning our future. I'd love to have your father's blessing for our marriage. Maybe I can ask for your hand this weekend."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely, unless you say don't do it."

"Honey, they haven't even met you. Please don't rush them."

"I need to make a perfect first impression, I suppose."


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Nice one.

I saw her swallow, and as I continued to shoot, a couple of pearly trickles appeared at the corners of her mouth, the pure white of my cum looking stunningly sexy against the cherry-red lipstick.

"Get it all," I groaned while the delicious pulsing twinges persisted, my body tingling with the overwhelming sensations of an intense climax.

I heard a wet sucking sound and looked down to see her swallow again, her eyes closed in bliss as my creamy fluid made its way deep into her welcoming stomach.

I came for a long time before finally, the last vestiges of my orgasm subsided, a dwindling trace of manly fluid leaking into her sucking mouth.

My breathing was heavy as I slowly regained my breath, my quivering body thrumming like a plucked guitar string as I reveled in the aftermath of a fantastic release.

I looked down at her, her lips still sucking, her face flushed with desire, her passion-filled eyes filled with lust, eyes that wanted more. I had been so turned on all evening, and this one had been so quick, that I knew already I wasn't done.

"That was fantastic, honey. Are you ready to go for two in a row?" I asked as I grabbed the head of the bed with both hands and started to slowly work my hips back and forth, my spent dick losing just a fragment of its rigidity.

Her warm dark eyes flicked up to mine, and I saw the blissful happiness dancing in those limpid blue pools.

"Mmm," she nodded slightly and hummed her agreement, her lipstick painted lips never leaving the gnarled surface of my probing manhood.

"Yeah, you look so fantastic in that outfit, I feel like I'm going to be hard all night long."

I started to saw my prick back and forth between her bee-stung lips, the big head bumping softly against the opening to her throat."It felt beautiful; hot ... moist, and oh so soft."

She sucked her cheeks inwards, creating a scintillating sheath for my spearing rod.

I felt the sensuous softness of kid leather as she reached behind me with glove-encased hands and gripped my taut buttocks, her hands pulling me deeper into her sucking mouth.

I started to lever my hips faster, overwhelmed with desire, wanting more and more from this exquisite face-gosh. Within minutes, my cock was hard as a rock again, her lips stretched almost to the tearing point as my long thick member filled her mouth.

I looked down at my lipstick-coated dick, excitement surging through me as I focused on the three to four inches near the base that she hadn't been able to touch with her lips.

I wanted to go deeper, but I didn't want to hurt her. I was still too excited to stop; I decided to wait until the next time to work on loosening up that silky throat of hers.


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Interesting piece.