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What a blunder! The situation is very embarrassing.

These are interesting times

Again? The incessant collapse of power grid is becoming a national embarrassment.

A lesson for us all. Crime does not pay.

Congratulations to her. It is not easy to be a top notch in a highly competive society such as ours.

ARE THINGS FALLING APART?

CONFUSION EVERYWHERE

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Not all that glitters is gold.

Interesting stuff.

Carry on

TIMES HAVE CHANGED AND KEEP CHANGING.

It is a bad and condemnable practice where merit is sacrificed on the altar of lasciviousness.

In all honesty, I think people should stop comparing religion founders or leaders to other people.

Nice stuff

Once again, nice stuff.

Ease your stress and read something that wil help in doing so.

It must be comedy of errors.

All the best to Assange.

This is terrible. RIP to the dead woman.

Politricks at its best

UltimateSpice:
I dragged my eyes away and soon the steam was rolling from the shower stall. I waited in the rising steam, writing my name on the glass over and over until the door opened and the lower half of my step Mom appeared.

The triangle of hair was dark and curly and I could see the split between her legs through the soft curls.

This was the ritual when we were going to an opera or another event together. We were loud in the echoing shower room, laughing and playing together.

"You scrub my back and I'll scrub yours!"

She turned to me and I filled the cloth with soap suds and reached up to her shoulder blades and began making large swirls over the marks left by her bra straps. She felt gorgeous, or sensuous, or delicious, I can't remember what word I would have used, but she was soft and smooth and wonderful.

I washed over her generous hips and then watched the suds cascade over the cheeks of her bottom. I drizzled some on the split between her buns and made her laugh.

"Now cut that out!" she said softly, with a smile.

I knelt on the floor and scrubbed up and down her legs, my hands coming up to just touch between her legs.

"Mmmhhh!" she said, indecisively, then parted her legs just a tiny bit and I pressed the length of my hand between the warmth of her buns.

"Good. That's wonderful. I can do the rest!" She parted her legs and took the cloth from me. "God, but you are good at that!" she laughed.

I wasn't sure why, but I knew that I had enjoyed the feeling of her flesh warm around my hand as she stood for that brief step Mummy with my small hand exploring her secrets.

"Your turn."

And did he have a mirror?" my step Mom asked.

"Well, I don't really know. We didn't find one. But Mercy told her step Mom that..."

"But, Mrs. Buraimoh, how can you punish him on the basis of an accusation without proof?"

"I know, but Mrs. Balogun is quite upset, you can understand..."

"I'll have a talk with him, of course, but..."

All this I heard with my ears ringing and my face a cherry red color. step Mom had been called to school because Mercy Balogun overheard me bragging that I had looked up her skirt with a mirror.

I was actually only bragging to a friend, I hadn't really done it. Though it had been on my mind since an younger boy had claimed to have done the deed.

I expected the worst when we got home but step Mom was calm when we sat down across the kitchen table to have our talk.

"Now, I'm not condoning you looking up little girls' skirts. And you mustn't do that, by the way. I don't know if you did or not, of course," she agonized. "Did you?"

I shook my head.

"Well ... I know boys are curious ... you know, at your age... " She stared out the window a step Mummy.

"Try to not ... get me called down to school anymore, O.K?" She tousled my hair and pulled me close and I knew the lecture was over. She wasn't sure I had done it and wasn't sure what to do with me if I had.

"So when you have curiosities ... ask me? O.K? I'm a girl, you know! And I will answer anything for you; you know that! Right?"

Then she giggled. "Have you been looking up my skirt? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," she screamed! Then we were both laughing. I rolled my eyes at her, which prompted a feigned slap on my hands and then another laugh into her clasped hands.

"Really, Prince, promise me, no more episodes with Mercy!"

"O.K."





Taboo:https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

Nice story

Okay O.

Alas, but life is like that.

This is serious.

I stared at her nudity. Specifically, I liked the way her boobs stood firm on her chest, refusing to flatten out even though she was laying on her back.

Her nipples were large and hard, standing straight up from the base of her relatively small and very pinkish areolas. Her tiny waist and flat tummy led down to a set of perfectly shaped hips and long, finely formed legs.

I stared at the thick, scanty strands of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs.

She worked the folds of her vagina open with her fingers as if she too was set to examine herself more closely. The inner lips of her cunt were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips.

I began to massage the area with a lubricating oil I had brought along. Apple laid back on the bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving me total control. After I finished the massage with some gentle strokes to both sets of vagina lips, I got ready for the task at hand, which she too eagerly awaited.

I spread her legs wide apart as I made her knees to move back a little. I then placed myself between her legs. She had a beautiful vagina, and she was set and hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right at the top of her pubic mound.

I moved down and side-tracked the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, switching from one side to the other, immersing my sensations in the soft feel of her skin, the taste of her light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement oozing from her waiting vagina.

I put my hands under her ass and gently lifted her bum off the bed. I began to kiss her firm boobs, occasionally nipping them lightly with my teeth. She was shaking with passion. I could tell that she wanted my mouth on her pussy.

I wanted her to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I continued to tease her.

"Hmn, Alex," she moaned, "stop teasing me like that."

"Like what do you mean?"

"You should know what I want... please."

"You have to tell me what you want. Stay it specifically. I want to hear you say it."

She was breathing hard and her hips were rolling slightly as she sought to press her vagina into my face. She did not want to say the words, but I very much wanted her to say them.

I continued to kiss and nip the area all around her highly desirous sex flesh without contacting it directly.

"Lick me," she moaned. “Do it the way you did the other time.”

I licked the flesh of her thigh.

"No. That’s not what I mean. I want you to ... lick my... " her words trailed off.

"Lick your what, Apple?" I poked.

"Alright, lick my vagina," she said slowly.

I grinned and moved my mouth over her gash, which was now coming out with a steady trickle of thick feminine liquid which meandered slowly down her body from the base of her vagina, leaving a slimy trail across her tightly furrowed back door.

The strong, musky flavor of her sex was like an energizer for me. It was one which which I had gone too long without. I started to slowly, but firmly, caress her major labia with my tongue, working first one side and then the other.

Her response showed that she liked this very much, which she indicated by raising her hips up off the bed to stimulate the pressure. I continued with the tongue massage. Seconds later, I changed the act, taking as much of one of her thick outer vagina lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on it.

Her supple flesh was expectedly responsive to my action. I took her part between my lips. This made me to come into contact with the highly sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with my lips and tongue; which I moved back and forth in my act.

Apple began to make rhythmic moaning sounds from her throat. At this pace, she was going to come right now, but I had not even got to her clit yet. Her eyes were shut tight and she had gripped my body. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a real raw deal for me to stay with her.

Her breathing was coming between closed mouth as her first induced orgasm loamed into sight.

I continued to work on her outer lips one at a time. The action was to suck them into my mouth, pull them away from her crotch, cause her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me; and ultimately work them with my tongue. At the same time, I was also using the index finger of my right hand to very gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia.

I did that carefully, avoiding her clit. Her natural juices and my saliva had combined to make a real wetland out of her vagina. A small slick was forming on the bed beneath her bum. I could savor the taste and smell of feminine flesh. Besides, her moans became a symphony of sexual desire in my ears.

Continuously, she moaned her pleasure now, her head moving from side to side on the bed. In between her action, she was also muttering about how good it felt and how close she was to coming. I replaced my finger action with my tongue.

I modified my method and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner vagina lips, mopping her clitoral ridge as I did.
Intermittently, I would use the tip of my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the thicker outer lips, using my fingers to explore the area I was smooching with my mouth.

She began to come with her whole body experiencing something like the paroxysm of ecstasy. She relaxed the passion as wave after wave of pleasure shook her. As soon as I felt that she was about to come, I began to flick the head of her very erect, very large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue.

Apple moaned as her pleasure sensors overwhelmed her. From what I could observe, I could tell when to soft peddle a little and let her come down. I still maintained my act with my tongue and lips but I avoided direct contact with her clit for the moment, noting that it had returned into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm and erect beneath its shielding covering.

Her body was still heaving, though not with the force of a few moments ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through my hair.

I looked up at her and saw that she was looking down at me from between her high, proud, breasts with a dreamy smile of sexual satisfaction on her face. "Wow, Alex. This feeling I have is awesome."




Love to Lust: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/love_to_lust/37678