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I thought of smacking her, but I knew she would not fancy such an amorous gesture. I put my right hand on her tingling bum and rubbed it briefly. I parted her legs, but it seemed the gap was still tight.

I raised her left leg high from the knee. My hand moved from the bust to the waist line and to the targeted groin.

By now, despite her seeming lack of keenness, she was dripping wet. I dipped my finger inside her and she looked shocked at this lasciviousness.

Deliberately, the finger slipped deeper in. I remembered I was good with my fingers in things like this. Deftly, I probed the sensitive Instruments. They got her moaning as I fingered her folds and teased the labia and vulvas.

She could feel my naked torso against her belly. I thought of playing scissors with her but I knew she would back out of that sophisticated technique.

Finally, my hand held my dick to guide it inside her. I could not afford to waste time further. I made her legs further wide open and slid my cock fully inside her. It slipped in easily. I started the thrusting and she let out a sound as my big dick filled her.

I then started moving gently and slowly in and out. I could feel the contraction of her inner muscles as she adjusted her body to the new motion.

As usual, my dear Bola could not respond satisfactorily to the rhythm of the movement. I just had to teach her how to do that better and she just had to improve. I decided to do the thrusting in slow but deep strokes. I held onto her big bum as my body moved pleasantly on her body.

She was not a total novice with nothing to offer. That was an understatement. She contracted her muscles at the pelvic area. Her pussy was like contrasting encirclement that I could very much feel round my dick.

That act was certainly a hot one that pushed me to the cliff of climax. I caved in as I let out an eruption of hot larva of semen. The whole load was deposited inside her, but who said I could not do so to my darling wife?


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Ten weeks after our wedding, Bola informed me she went for a pregnancy test and she was eight-week pregnant.

Really? I exclaimed, moving over to her to give her a hug. Oh, thats great news. Im so happy.
Indeed, I was happy. In Africa, especially in Nigeria, the joy of marriage is productivity; so I was glad there was no delay in that.

I would not be the only one that would be gladdened by the news. I was sure my parents, especially my mother, would also be gladdened.

The following week, she went to register for antenatal. As the pregnancy developed, I gave her the best supportive role a man could give his darling wife. I ensured that she was not in any way stressed.

It was on a very rainy day in the middle of July the following year when Bola delivered a baby girl. I was not freaky about gender, so I welcome the baby with full gladness.

We named her Deborah. Debby soon brought good luck because two weeks after she was born, I got an invitation to interview in an independent television station. I prepared very well for the interview.

Despite my lack of previous experience in electronic medium, I was shortlisted.



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