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That projection is envisaging economic situation in THIRTY years' time. They are more like deductions based on current indices. They may eventually happen, just as they may not.

I wish it will come to pass. I really wish Nigeria will learn from the present gloom in the international oil market and shift from relying on monolithic economy.

Good development. That is the way it should be. How could NERC be thinking of increasing tarrifs in days like these?

It would have been a case of complete insensitivity and callousness.

Nice one.

This is a mere wishful thinking. It is a morbid thing to say.

This is not the best of way to talk as a traditional ruler.

Some women like it big, while some complain.

After three children, one would have thought she would have adjusted by now.

It's okay. Move on with your life.

.......However, Mr Ehanire said most of the cases handled so far in the country have been mild and as such the country might not need to stock or purchase respirators to manage patients during the outbreak.
.......


It is heartening to hear that most of the cases handled in the country are MILD cases.

Dear people, God is on our side.

"Desire? It depends on the desire you have in mind." There was a brief silence. "I'm talking about the desire to get happiness in what you do. It is such desire I crave." I nodded. "It is a good desire," I agreed. She yawned. "Shouldn't we go to bed?" she asked. "Yes, we should." but I was still confused about certain things. "I still need to understand certain things," I said. "This my role of companionship, where does it begin and where does it end?" She stared at me as if I had asked her a strange question. "I don't understand you," she said. I shook my head. "You should understand. For instance: are we to sleep in the same bedroom? Are we sleeping on the same bed? You know, stuff like that." She chuckled and laughed. "Come on, Tayo, don't be naive. Now, let's go to bed." I supposed that had answered my question. I followed her to the bedroom. She stood by the bed and turned to face me. "One thing that excites me is to watch a guy UnCloth," she said. "I want you to do that for me." I shrugged.

As the last of my ejaculating seed rained down upon that magnificent set of big round boobs, I felt totally drained as I released her heavy breasts and sat back in the chair, my own chest heaving as I drew in deep gulps of fresh air.

My madam's hands gently released my spent prick and she lowered her arms, her own body shivering in post-orgasmic bliss as her ragged breathing echoed my own.

We just sat like that for a minute or so, me in the chair and she kneeling on the pillow between my spread thighs, our bodies slowly coming down from the endorphin high of our mutual tremendous climaxes.

"Bayo ... I ... I think you should go," she said softly, unable to look me in the eye. I could see that after being swept away by her emotions, she was coming back to earth and guilt at what she had done, at what we had done together, started to take over.

If she decided the whole thing had been a huge mistake, never to be repeated again, well ... I'd have to think about what I was going to do if that happened.

But from the look of pure ecstasy she'd had on her face when she was coming, I thought that the devil on her shoulder just might win this one.

"Okay, Madam," I said as I reached over and grabbed my boxer. I stood up beside the chair and pulled on my clothes as she continued to kneel before me, still not meeting my eyes. "Are you alright?"

"I ... I ... yes, I'm fine," she said as she looked at me, a surprisingly calm expression in her eyes and in the tone of her voice. "I just think it's best if you go right now."

She gave me a small comforting smile that warmed me deep in my soul. I could see that I didn't need to worry about her right now; she just had to sort out her own thoughts at the moment.

And the way she looked at me, I could sense a deep understanding of our new relationship was taking root within her, one I hoped to continue to build on, just the way I wanted it to.

"I love you so much, Madam." I bent over and gave her a soft tender kiss on the lips. Her lips were soft and warm against mine, and it was a perfect kiss to end the day with.

She grunted an indistinctive reply as she looked up at me. I smiled softly in return and said nothing more as I pulled my shoes on and made my way out of the bed room.

I went through the staircase to the ground floor. With a smile of satisfaction on my face, I the building and made my way to where I would get a bus to Ikeja, and from Ikeja to Palm Groove.


* * *


Back at my two-bedroom flat in Palm Groove, I thought over the events in the last one hour. Gosh, I'd always known my 51year-old madam had a terrific body, but I never knew she could look that sizzling hot!

That tight t-shirt and bum short showed off every scintillating curve of her voluptuous body.

I knew she was still thinking of many things, so I had to make sure I moved nice and slow. I had to continue to say things to her and boost her self-confidence, yet still have her feel that she was reliant on me.

I wanted to make sure she opened up to new experiences, to a sexier way of life. I wanted her to focus on me instead of venturing out on her own to any other man, but I still wanted her to feel more confident about herself.

I knew I was being selfish for desiring my madam's exquisite body for myself, but I was convinced she would be much happier with a young and committed lover that I planned to be.

Maybe I was crazy, but I didn’t mind having Big Mummy as the only woman in my life. I thought of Tina and shook my head. Between Tina and Big Mummy, I would go for the later, as crazy as the idea seemed.



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Sorry, Prof, but this is WAR.

All the same, there is no need to panic.

Let fear fear itself.

There is no need to panic. Let fear fear itself.

problem. I'm here for you." I was ready to play along with her, but I still wondered why Kate told her I was a relative. Couldn't she say I was a junior colleague and an acquaintance, to say the least? Zaina and I chatted into the night. She brought another wine and I cautioned her about getting drunk, but she waived it aside. She said she could marry another business mogul who had been asking her for a date and marriage, but she was tired of rich snobs. "What I need is a young man who will accept and appreciate me for who I am." "God will provide," I said. "I'm not in a rush for a serious relationship," she went on. "As a matter of fact, I may not marry again. All the same, I need a good companion I can confide in and unburden my heart to. Can I ask you a question?" I stared at her. "You can ask any question, Zaina." She smiled. "You're such a confident young man. Have you fallen in love before?" I nodded. "Yes, I know what falling in love means." She was silent for a while. "Do you know what desire means?"

Everybody - including Tinubu and Afenifere - is just making political statements.


And Nigerians are making political reactions.


Let the economic team of the government come up with viable solutions.

RIP to the dead, but he didn't do well.


He should never have committed suicide over the case mentioned.


He should never have committed over anything.

Your leaving him will mean one thing: you never love him.


If this is the case, go ahead and quit!

The order to restrict movement is for public good. People should abide by it.

I believe this is just a temporary thing that will soon pass away.

BigBasher:
Interesting story.

Thanks for your interest

Nice story.

As he got to his peak. She could feel his semen pumping out inside her like hot spurts of liquids.

Dayo collapsed over her on the bed, rolled away and stared at the ceiling.

Together, they gasped for air as they breathed in to fill their lungs in bursts.

Saidat was damned good, he thought. Who could have imagined that the innocent looking young lady like her would be sexually exciting like this?

His hand went to her thigh and he rubbed it gently. It was not for any arousal purpose.

It was rather like a pat to commend her for a job well done.


* * *


Madam Rachel decided to stay at home this Monday morning. When she woke up, she complained that she was feverish.

“Will you go to the hospital?” Debayo asked as he tried to show some concern. “Florence can accompany you.”

“No. I’ll stay at home. I think all that I need is rest.”

Debayo let her be. If she would be staying at home, that meant he could leave for his office earlier than before.

He went to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to have his bath.

Rachel went downstairs to see what she could prepare to eat. When he got to the kitchen, she saw Uduak there, talking to someone on the telephone.

Madam Rachel was surprised to see Uduak with a phone. She had not come with one to the house. She was speaking in her language with the person she was talking to. Madam waited until she finished.

“Good morning, ma.” Uduak put the phone on the table in the kitchen.

“Good morning. And where did you get the phone you’re using?” Rachel stared at the phone.

“It’s my aunty that bought it for me.”

“Let me see.”

Uduak handed the phone to her. It was a new but modest model. Rachel examined it briefly and handed it back to her. Then another thing struck her.

The girl always looked very neat and smelled fresh and nice these days. Not only that, Uduak had started wearing nice clothes.

Where did she get all the money to buy those things? She would probably say her aunty bought them for her. But her aunty did not look so affluent.

She was the one that brought Uduak to the house. According to the agreement, Uduak’s income should be paid to the woman. Uduak had spent weeks in the house, but was yet to collect her first pay, where then was she or the aunty getting the money to buy all these?

Rachel decided not to say anything further on that for now but he would have to keep the girl under close monitoring.



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I looked down and could see pre-cum oozing constantly from the tip of my dark crimson cockhead as she masterfully stroked my raging prick in her warm soft hands.

One hand worked up and down on that raging monster while her other hand was gently rolling my swollen nuts between her delicate fingers. Man, she certainly learned quickly; it was like she wanted to make up for lost time.

"Oh Bayo, that feels so good," she whispered breathlessly as my hands lifted, squeezed and felt up those astonishingly huge boobs.

She had said they were sensitive, and her continuous moaning and ragged breathing was bearing witness to that.

I pushed directly down on her jutting nipples and was delighted when they seemed to spring right back out at me forcefully as I released them.

This had drawn another groan from her and I saw her eyes roll back and close in bliss as the marvelous sensations flowed through her.

As I worked her boobs over with my warm caressing hands, I could see her pleasure level escalating rapidly. Her breath was coming in short little gasps and she was starting to squirm around on the cushion beneath her.

I wondered about the state of her panties right now as I took those long thick nipples between my thumbs and forefingers once more and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Oh Bayo ... I ... I... ," She was almost babbling now as she squirmed about beneath my hands, and her stroking hand started to work more vigorously on my pulsing rigid pole.

I saw her tongue run out unconsciously and lick around those full soft lips of hers ... and that was all it took. As I looked at her open mouth and sexy hooded eyes, I felt that thrilling sensation as my boiling semen started to rush up the pulsating shaft of my prick once more.

I was not able to warn as the first shot jettisoned forth. We both watched spellbound as the long white rope erupted from the tip of my cock and splashed forcefully right between her big boobs.

I could see her shaking as her own climax hit her as I continued to tug and roll those thimble-sized nipples between my fingers. I was proud of her though, her stroking hand never slowed its insistent magical jacking of my spewing love-muscle as I flooded her gorgeous chest.

Shot after shot spat forth all over those stunning big breasts. My release seemed like it would go on forever as I unloaded wad after creamy wad of pearly fluid all over her sumptuous bosoms.

I was in absolute heaven, my dreams coming true right before my eyes as I continued to fill my hands with her voluminous boobs while I came, my own manipulating fingers giving her a spine-tingling orgasm at the same time.

She hissed as blissful sensations of pleasure swept through her; her tremendous boobs quivering and shaking fitfully in my hands as she rode out her climax.

Her eyes were closed with the intensity of the moment, her mouth open as she gasped for air, her whole body flushed with the heat of desire as she continued to shake in the convulsive throws of a tingling release.

As the last of my ejaculating seed rained down upon that magnificent set of big round boobs, I felt totally drained as I released her heavy breasts and sat back in the chair, my own chest heaving as I drew in deep gulps of fresh air.

My madam's hands gently released my spent prick and she lowered her arms, her own body shivering in post-orgasmic bliss as her ragged breathing echoed my own.

We just sat like that for a minute or so, me in the chair and she kneeling on the pillow between my spread thighs, our bodies slowly coming down from the endorphin high of our mutual tremendous climaxes.


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what she mentioned, then there was no harm. "It's okay," I replied. "I'll do my best." I could see that her eyes sparkled. "Good. I know Kate would not disappoint me. I know you will not too." She stood up and spread her arms. "Come on, come and give me a hug." I obliged. It was a short embrace that set my heart thumping. She was of average height and her head barely reached my chin. The feel and smell of her body was good. I went back to my seat feeling enamoured. "Why don't we go out to eat?" She asked. I had no objection to that. She drove Kate's car to an eatery not too far away. She ordered plates of flavorful curry chicken jollof rice with mushrooms and peas. I wanted to pay for it but she insisted I was his guest and she must pay. We hardly talked as we ate. The meal was topped with plain sweetened and strawberry yoghurt. Several minutes later, we were back in the house. "I will be going to Abuja by noon tomorrow," she announced. "Meanwhile, you're to keep my company till then." "There's no