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University Of Jos Postpones Post Ume


University of Jos News


The University of Jos has postponed its 2015
post Ume which was previously slated for
17th-22nd of August 2015 to the 7th of
September 2015.
The shift in the date is to enable the school
prepare effectively for the screening.
The previous date accidentally happens to be
the same date the GST exams were slated to hold
in the school.
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University of Jos News

The University of Jos has postponed its 2015 post Ume which was previously slated for 17th-22nd of August 2015 to the 7th of September 2015.
    The shift in the date is to enable the school prepare effectively for the screening.
   The previous date accidentally happens to be the same date the GST exams were slated to hold in the school.
 

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The University Management regrets any inconvenience this announcement might cause.

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The Day I Died


How in the world would a person be able to write
a story about they day he died? that might be
your train of thought after seeing that title, i
would definitely have thought so too if i found
myself in your position and seeing such an article,
but believe me mine is a true story, and you
probably might have come across my story
before, it's possible you have forgotten, let me
refresh your memory.

I was just a few years over 30 years old,
everything around me was going on fine and i
was very successful in my chosen profession, i
knew my purpose in life and i was actively living
out God's plan for my life, getting married was
not ever on my mind as it was not part of what
God wanted for me, despite the fact that i was
well known in my neighborhood and there were
plenty of women around, i was comfortable with
my decision to stay unmarried, since not getting
married was part of what was going to make my
mission in life successful it was okay by me.

I had gone out with a couple of my friends, when
the incident happened, i was together with a
couple of my friends in a particular garden
around my neighborhood, we go to the garden
whenever we just have want to have serious
discussions and deliberations, while we were
there, a bunch of unscrupulous elements stormed
into the garden wielding dangerous weapons, my
friends were quick to escape, i didn't get to
escape like my friend and so i was abducted by
these people, it wasn't immediately clear what
their plan was, but after carrying me around to
several of their hideouts throughout the night, my
abductors eventually killed me in a most
gruesome manner, the kind of death reserved for
criminals was the sort of death they dealt on me.

The good part was that after 3 days, i rose again,
my name is Jesus Christ of Nazareth and it was
for you i suffered, bled and died and for your
salvation i rose again after 3 days just so you
might have life abundantly, if you happen to be a
child of mine already and you have given your life
to me and you can indeed say i am your Savior,
then i am so glad for the salvation of your soul,
but if you haven't given your life to me then i
urge you to do so, there is salvation in no other
name, it is appointed for man to die once after
that is judgement, I love you with a great love,
accept the salvation that i make available and
don't hesitate to share my story, you will be
blessed by it.

QUESTIONS COMMON TO ALL INTERVIEWS
Your response to interview questions should be in
cognizance of the category of questions posed.
Interview questions can be categorised as
follows:

1. Open Questions

It is impossible to give ‘no’ or ‘yes’ answer to this
type of question. You expected not only to reply
with the fact and issues but also with feelings
and opinions.
The interviewer through this question wants to
form an opinion of the person sitting in front of
him or her. She/he can also explore certain topics
or ask the applicant to explain on his feelings.
This question tempts you to speak too much or
dominate the interview, remember to be brief.
Examples of open questions are given below:

1. What

What are your areas of strength?

What can you do for this company?

What are your duties?

1. Why

Why did you decide to leave your job?

Why did you prefer teaching job?

1. Which

Which part of the job did you dislike?

Which part of the job did you most enjoyed

1. How

How did you resolve the crisis?

How do you feel about…?

Open questions can also be phrased differently.
For example, looking back, what would you have
done differently? Have you any question you
would like to ask?

1. Closed Question
This question enables the interviewer to check
pure fact and elicit a direct response. They can
also be used to stop the interviewee from doing
all the talking.
Examples of closed questions are given below:

1. So you are the….?

2. Do you get annoyed with…?

3. Do you like…?

Expect some of this question. If the questions are
too frequent, answer such as Yes, Yes, Yes, or
No, No, No… will sound monotonous. Add a bit
more positive and relevant facts, for example,
Yes, I do, No, I do not…

1. Probing Questions
Probing questions are the interviewer’s most
sophisticated and useful tool. They are used to
clarify, justify, or reveal strength or weakness
that the interviewee may which to hide. The
questions tend to be quiet specific and
predictable and they are normally used when the
interviewee is becoming talkative or when the
conversation is drifting a bit.

Examples of probing question are given below:

1. What is your reason for saying that?

2. Why does that concern you?

3. Who else affected your behaviour

4. How did you react to it

5. Hypothetical Questions

They are actual situation you will have to face if
employed. The interviewer is interested in how
you can think on your feet in such situations.
Answer the question as best as you can and be
able to back up your answer.
Examples of such questions are:
1. What will you do if you were to work with a
hot tempered boss?

2. What will you do if you have to work with an
angry customer?

3. What will you do if two people demanded your
attention at the same time?

5. Leading Question
In most cases the question suggests the answer
to give. The interviewer may wish to disagree
with the suggestion in order to hear your point of
view or the interviewer may be advising you on
the company’s rules and expectations. You can
either agree or disagree depending upon how
truthful it is. The choice is yours. However, try to
put your point across logically but not
emotionally.
Examples of leading questions are:

1. The company have this philosophy … Do you
hold this philosophy?

2. I see, you would have dishonoured the
cheque?

3. Oh! You are allergic to..?

4. I suggest you go on with your previous boss?

6. Complicated Question

If you are not careful you will not answer an
essential aspect of this kind of question because
of their complicated nature. The question takes
two forms; the alternative question and the
multiple questions. For example:

1. What annoyed you most or you are never
annonyed?

The tip here is that you ignore the bit that does
not apply and respond to the bit that does not
apply. The multiple question lead to confusion
and vagueness because the interviewee does not
know where to begin the answer.

1. Did you pick up new skill from your last post
and what did you think of the facilities?
Tips; acknowledge the two part of saying ‘you will
answer … first, and the second.

7. Summarising Question
This is useful tools for the interviewer and the
interviewee. The formal can use the question to
clarify and confirm what you have said. For
example: I understand what you have said is…
You can also make use of the question if you feel
that a question needs further clarification.
A good knowledge of the type of question you are
asked should enable you knows the best answer
to give at different situations.

it actually depends on you. how soon do you want to be in the love game depends on you

Five Things You
Shouldn't Do After A
Break Up


Here is one interesting status update of a friend i
saw on Facebook, i could not ascertain if it's her
own original write up and so i really can state
clearly here who the original writer is, but it's
certainly not mine, but i found it interesting and
worthy of sharing to my faithful readers who
have come to appreciate the kind of quality
articles churned out from the website, i hope you
learn one or two things from the article


1. Don’t Beg:
For God’s sake, don’t beg! Begging after a
breakup only makes matters worse. It makes you
appear pathetic and it can be very irritating.
Maybe you don’t understand why it ended. Maybe
you think it ended for the wrong reasons. Maybe
you’d just rather be in a bad relationship than be
in no relationship at all. No matter what you do,
don’t beg for him/her to return. Deep down, you
know that you don’t want to be in a relationship
with someone you had to beg to be with you.
Besides, if your ex rejects you a second time, it
won’t just hurt; the rejection will sting with extra
humiliation and regret.


2. Don’t Seek revenge:
Don’t seek revenge. It serves no purpose and it
will only make you feel worse about yourself.
Don’t destroy his things, don’t speak evil of her.
The thrill of revenge only feeds bitterness and
hatred. You may have been deeply wronged, but
“getting even” won’t heal any wounds. Forgive
and move on. Carry your head high and spend
your energy on people who deserve it.


3. Don’t Communicate With The Person
Don’t continue to communicate regularly with
your ex. Breakups leave a void in your heart
where your ex once occupied but constant calling
and texting won’t fill that void. Every time you
drop the phone without saying “I love you”, your
heart will break all over again. Many people feel
lost after a breakup; not because they miss their
ex, but because so many of their daily habits
once revolved around someone else. Give yourself
some time to adapt to single life.


4. Don’t Visit Their Facebook Page
Social media can be a heartbroken person’s worst
nightmare. Resist the urge to post anything about
your breakup online, don’t insult your ex on
twitter and don’t be a constant visitor to his/her
Facebook page. Seeing pictures of your ex happy
or with someone else can compound your problem
and make your life more miserable than it
probably already is.


5. Don’t Give Up
Regardless of how the breakup made you feel,
don’t let it destroy your hope. Continue taking
care of yourself. Take some time to refocus and
pursue the things you’ve always loved to do.
Spend time with loved ones. You found love
before and you will find it again. Learn what you
can from the relationship that just ended and
move forward. Don’t give up on meeting your
perfect match. Be thankful that the wrong
relationship ended to free you up for the right one

NEW VACANCIES.
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Hold on, just before you start saying bad things
to me for “mis-directing” you with a seemingly
wro ew Vacancies
Available, Apply Here ng title, the above title is satirical, so don’t
unsubscribe or mark as spam just yet.
Truth be told there are a thousand and one
vacancies opening in the country on a daily basis,
because if it were not so how come all the job
websites have not run down just yet and yet still
manage to stay in business, if there were no jobs
then they should have cease to exist by now,
okay so you are saying “the jobs are not enough”
well maybe you are correct or maybe you are not
or perhaps you are the one that is not
outstanding enough, what is the quality of your
cv? How well do you perform when you go for
interviews? Just before you apply for that new job
let’s review how not to write a cv and how not to
act in a job interview.

Your cv should be the most beautiful document
that you possess and it is by far more important
than your certificates, I say that not because your
cv doesn’t have value (of course it is valuable)
but because your cv is the document that
represents you before a potential employer before
you ever get the chance to stand before that
employer and if the cv representing you is terrible,
then that is exactly how the potential employer
sees you, also it means your cv cannot pass the
5 seconds test, because that’s how long it takes
a typical HR person to look at your cv, you need
to stop using trashy cv to apply for jobs or aren’t
you tired of getting no responses despite all your
many applications? I am not here to show you
how to write a mind blowing cv because there are
a thousand and one articles on that you can
always Google (“well written cv”, “sample cv”,
“great looking cv”) and you can follow through
from there.

Okay so you’ve been called for interviews
countless number of times yet you don’t get the
job and you think its some evil forces from your
village (as possible that is), think back to some
of the interviews you’ve attended lately and
answer honestly did you comport yourself well
enough? I could go ahead to give you a list of dos
and don’ts of job interview but I won’t that’s for
another write up because f this gets any longer
than this, I bet you won’t read it through, but the
one thing I will tell you is this, whenever you are
going for an interview never leave your confidence
behind, if there is anything I take to every job
interview, its my confidence, I am a super
confident dude and you can never find me without
an answer to any question, even if my answer is
wrong I will say It with so much confidence, the
interview will begin to doubt the correct answer in
his/her mind, before you go for that upcoming
interview of yours determine in your mind that
your confidence will not fail you, there is a thin
line between confidence and arrogance though, so
thread lightly, wish you success in your job search

endowednicky:
Wait o,this one all of them are wearing red,white and black,e be like say na choir dey act play for church,abi na der course uniformEven beret follow,E CLEAR.

sorry dude
its real as realized

ibkgab001:
And that begins the fall in CGPA... Very soon he will have his self to blame ... Lame class rep

Lol
lwkm
haba
its love allow it flow

zadok60:
no be true love ooooo..abeg liv me jor. y him dey put paqer b4 him kneel down ehn?..

The thing tire me ohoooo

The 100 level Rep of mass Comm dept Unijos Nafatali Adala has finally proposed to one of his Course mate Blessing Ochob. The rep who said that he could not imagine life without Blessing, proposed in front of the class and his proposal was accepted as the shy Blessing said she also wanted to spend the rest of her life with Nafatali.
We wish them the best in their lives.

I moved as fast as I
could without risking danger of pulling back too
far and I took great delight in the pleasure I was
giving her as evidenced by the mix of whines and
moans that came out as an excited keening noise
generated by her body, originating deep in her
sex.
I couldn’t tell you whether or not she came
again. I honestly wasn’t paying attention. I was
focused on what she’d asked for: hard, fast, until
I came. And I had every intention of cumming
soon. I needed it. I could feel my balls tightening
as that need built even greater and my body
prepared to deliver my jism as deep into her wet
heat as I could reach. A few strokes later it
began…
As it always does: a tightening sensation beneath
my balls that felt like a small muscle cramp until
it exploded into the spasming sensation that set
jet after jet of my thick milky cum as deep into
her pussy as I could force my length. With every
spasm I was able to move my hips a little,
providing her some added pleasure and sensation
as my cock swelled and spat, adding my thick hot
moisture to her own.
I lost track of time as the pleasure blackened my
brain and my vision seemed to blur. I’d swear I
saw flashes of light dancing before me but I never
lost sight of the perfect curve of her back and
ass as I continued to pump as best I could until
the last jerk had occurred and I had no more left
to give her.
When she knew it was over, having expressed
some moans of appreciation that included a
statement about how she loved the feeling of my
hot cum spreading inside her, she relaxed her
body down to lie on the bed, her legs and arms
spread – and she seemed totally relaxed. I laid
down next to her with my slowly wilting cock
smearing a mix of our juices on the back and
then side of her thigh.
After we had both caught our breath I looked over
at her and found her looking at me. She smiled a
big smile and said, “Damn that was good.”
I smiled back and replied, “Why thanks. Yeah, I
think it was pretty awesome.”
“Do you remember my name?” she asked me.
There was no accusation in her voice. It seemed
just a realistic question based on the fact that I’d
probably been drunk the night before and might
not remember.
“Penny,” I said with a smile. “I wasn’t THAT
drunk.”
“Do you remember last night?” she pressed.
“I thought it was a dream when I woke up,” I
said. “Part of me still isn’t sure this is real.”
“Oh, it’s real,” she said with a growing smile. “No
dream I’ve ever had has felt this good.”
I didn’t know what else to say so I remained
quiet and let my eyes travel the parts of her body
I could see. In a few moments she asked, “Do
you want me to go?”
The question took me completely off guard. I
answered her as honestly as I could. “Why would
I want you to go? You’re gorgeous and sexy and
I’d far rather you stay to play as much as you
want all day.”
Her smile got as big as I think it could without
pushing off the sides of her face. “Oh, good,” she
said. “I thought maybe I was just a temporary
plaything and once you were done with me you’d
want to send me away.”
“Well,” I said with a smile of my own, “I’m not
inviting you to move in, but you’re certainly
welcome to stay as long as you want today and
we’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
“Good enough,” she said. The she pushed herself
up, leaned over me and gave me a long, slow,
sensual kiss full of passion and tongue. “Now
I’m going to go shower,” she said sounding
impish. “Wanna come join me?”
And that, folks, is how my Sunday started. How
was your morning?

I rolled onto my side toward her to look at her
body and was excited further by the appearance
of her sex. From half way up her thighs to the
top of her neatly trimmed pubic thatch she was
glistening with her juices. Her outer lips were
swollen and reddish, her inner lips engorged and
splayed slightly open. Her clit was an erect nub
that looked like the tip of my pinky peeking out
from under its hood. Her abdomen was still
fluttering with muscle twitches as she came down
from her last orgasm and her chest was heaving
up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her
nipples as hard as her clit appeared.
I sat up so I could see her face and when our
eyes met she smiled a big smile… and then she
reached ever so slightly, grabbed her ankles with
her hands and pulled her legs farther apart. The
offer or desire, whichever she was expressing,
was blatant and my erection was still throbbing
so I hesitated not at all as I moved to kneel
between her thighs.
With my eyes on hers I grasped my length, gently
rubbed the swollen knob up and down between
her split lips a few times and then slowly sank
myself into her. As I got deeper into her wetness
her eyes rolled back and then closed; a moan
escaped from someplace in her throat and I had
to lean forward, catching myself on my hands as
I moved my pelvis steadily into hers. I didn’t stop
until our pubic bones were mashed together and
my heavy balls were snug up against her
puckered backdoor. Once there, I ground myself
into her in small circles, relishing the feeling of
my length being buried in her heat, providing her
the deep motion that I remembered making her
moan so easily last night.
I was rewarded by more of her moans this
morning and then began to move steadily against
her. As my hips began to pump, her hands found
them and guided me to what was her optimum
pace for pleasure. Moving at her pace and in a
vertical circular motion, I was able to provide
stimulation to her clit with every stroke and in
less than a minute I was rewarded as another
orgasm exploded through her and I felt her sex
clutching my length even as I continued to
stroke. It was almost as if her pussy was
milking my shaft, trying to pull out the cum that
was beginning to boil inside me.
I kept moving, plunging in and out, around and
down, pushing her through two more orgasms
before my arms began to tire. Moving back to
my knees with my length still inside her, I lifted
her right leg up and laid down to my left, hooking
her right leg over my waist and her left leg
between both of mine. Propping myself up on my
left elbow I used my right hand to alternately
caress her chest, pinching and pulling her nipples
as I continued to piston my length in and out of
her, and then moving my hand down to rub her
clit in small circles until she came again.
This position proved enjoyable as it allowed us to
enjoy the friction of my length as I made full
strokes in and out of her drenched sex; we were
able to focus on the pleasure we were both
enjoying without as much physical exertion (for
the time being). We stayed that way for quite
some time, gently bringing her to another couple
orgasms while holding mine off. Finally I felt her
reach down and put on a hand on my hip, pushing
me away, indicating that I should pull out of her.
I did so and laid on my back and she untangled
her legs from mine, and I watched to see what
she would want next.
In the middle of the bed she got on her hands
and knees, her ass pointed straight at me, her
back arched and her knees spread wide enough
that her sex was spread open to my view. She
lowered her head to look back at me between her
thighs and said just a few words; but they were
more than enough. “Hard. Fast. Until you cum.” I
was not about to argue.
Positioning myself behind her I lined up the head
of my cock and slid into her depths in a single
stroke. I grabbed her hips just as she relaxed
down to her elbows and laid her head on the bed.
I began my strokes half-length and not too fast
but gradually built until I was pumping my full
shaft in and out of her with every stroke,
slamming my hips into her ass while my hands
pulled back against them. I moved as fast as I
could without risking danger of pulling back too
far and I took great delight in the pleasure I was
giving her as evidenced by the mix of whines and
moans that came out as an excited keening noise
generated by her body, originating deep in her
sex.

Hungrily, aggressively she pushed her head down
on my length, rubbing the swollen knob against
the entrance of her throat and then she groaned
and I felt every vibration all the way to my toes.
A growling moan escaped me as my hands found
her hair… her head… caressing the only part of
her I could reach as she raised up, took a breath
and then plunged back down again.
For the next several minutes she sucked, licked,
stroked and nibbled, orally pleasing me as if a
stiff dick was her favorite meal and she hadn’t
had it in a long time – and wasn’t sure when
she’d get to enjoy it again. As my orgasm began
to build in response to the delights she was
providing me, my moans and groans grew more
expressive. Without thinking, “I’m going to…”
escaped my lips and her response was
immediate. Her mouth popped off my cock and
she pinched off the base of my manhood,
squeezing almost painfully hard until the
sensations passed. She read the look on my face
to know and when there was no more danger of
me orgasming (at that moment), she released her
grip.
With a smile she moved up, kissed me again, this
time her mouth open and her tongue swirling
around mine… and then her lips were gone. She
kept moving up and soon had straddled my head,
her hands holding my headboard and I opened my
mouth to greet her wet sex as she spread her
knees apart and lowered her pussy down to my
lips and tongue. We shared the “work” as I licked
and sucked on her wetness, my tongue reaching
into her as I could. It wasn’t necessarily easy as
she rocked her hips, grinding her sex up and
down, back and forth, essentially riding my mouth
for her pleasure.
By the time her first orgasm flowed through her
my face was already drenched in her white
creamy juice. My chin, mouth, nose and cheeks
were liberally coated as her body provided all the
necessary lubrication (and then some) that she
might need to open herself for sexual
penetration. She wasn’t ready for that yet
though… nowhere near ready from what I could
tell. She rode my mouth through her first
orgasm, and then her second… and third…
I kept my hands on her hips and ass and
delighted in how the muscles felt when she came,
clenching and releasing rhythmically as her
climaxes overtook her, overwhelmed her and then
began to ease away. With each orgasm, the
length of time between the diminished and by the
time she’d reached her fifth or sixth (I lost track)
it seemed like there was a minute or less between
each one.
I can’t really say how many she had. I know I
sucked and swallowed several mouthfuls of her
nectar as she rode my face until she couldn’t
remain upright anymore – even holding onto the
headboard. She finally started to collapse and,
as she did so, rolled to her left, my right, off my
face and onto the bed. Since she couldn’t fold
forward toward the headboard, she fell backward
instead, keeping her knees bent, leaving her with
her head at the foot of my bed, her thighs spread,
her knees bent up and her feet wide apart.
I rolled onto my side toward her to look at her
body and was excited further by the appearance
of her sex. From half way up her thighs to the
top of her neatly trimmed pubic thatch she was
glistening with her juices.

part 3 is out

The bits and pieces of my dream that I could
remember revealed her to be a sexually
adventurous, energetic and hungry woman. In
flashes of memory, as I woke up slowly, I
remembered the surprise in my dream as she
accepted my offer of a dance at the party. That
changed into some healthy body language as we
moved slowly together to song after song after
song. In time I took the chance of kissing her
only to be delighted by the hunger her lips and
tongue expressed as she pressed her body more
firmly against mine. A flash of memory filled my
hand with her firm full ass and another flash was
of her moaning into our kiss as she pressed her
crotch against my thigh. Another flash and we
were undressing each other; flash, we were naked
and she was teasing my achingly erect manhood
with her hands, tongue and lips. Flash, she was
on top of me in a 69, her delicious womanhood
drenched and swollen with desire for use as my
tongue and lips tried to bring her as much
pleasure as her mouth was bringing me. Flash,
and I’m looking up at her, head thrown back, eyes
closed, hands cupping her breasts, fingers
pinching her nipples as her hips rocked back and
forth, riding my cock which was buried to
complete penetration inside her. Flash, and I’m
looking down at her as I pound my length as hard
and as fast as I can into her, listening to her beg
me to cum in her, to fill her, to give her the moist
heat she NEEDS…
The fog continued to clear as the dreams brought
me to full erection again and then there was
movement beside me. I turned, startled, and saw
her near-angelic face, her eyes barely open, a
smile curling the corners of her mouth up. I
started to say good morning but she quickly
brought a finger to my lips, pressing just enough
to let me know she didn’t want me to say
anything. Seeing the understanding in my eyes,
her finger trailed down my chin, neck, chest and
abdomen; trailed lower until her hand found and
grasped my erection. Her smile widened…
I was afraid to move, half thinking I hadn’t really
woken up; half thinking it was still a dream;
petrified that if I moved or even breathed too hard
this gorgeous young creature would evaporate as
reality replaced her. I realized I was still holding
my breath as she leaned forward to kiss me
gently on the lips, her hand slowly but firmly
stroking my manhood. Our eyes met briefly and
then her face disappeared… down my body until I
felt the wet heat of her mouth engulf my length.
There was no teasing; no slow licks or
exploratory kisses. There was only the hot
moisture of her mouth engulfing my throbbing
cock until the crown hit the back of her throat
and her nose pushed against my full balls.
Hungrily, aggressively she pushed her head down
on my length, rubbing the swollen knob against
the entrance of her throat and then she groaned
and I felt every vibration all the way to my toes.
A growling moan escaped me as my hands found
her hair… her head… caressing the only part of
her I could reach as she raised up, took a breath
and then plunged back down again.

st like every morning my mind was blurry when
I woke up. It was Sunday morning. I knew that.
I’d had a long, productive and fun Saturday. I
remembered that. I’d been to a party the night
before, met a gorgeous much-younger-than-I
woman and drank way too much. I remembered
that – and the slowness of the fog in my brain to
clear supported that memory. Beyond that…
I remembered the dream I’d been having. I was
enjoying some sexual exploration with a young
lady who was just over legal age. I think she
was 19 or 20. She had gone to school with my
son. He’d graduated two years ago so I knew she
was over 18. In my dream she had that youthful
body so many women long for but what was, for
me, the perfect imbalance. A beautiful blemish
free face with a wide mouth and lips that were
full enough but not overly so. She had dark
brown eyes and a pert little nose. Her shoulder
length hair was up in a bun until she let it down
and then those brunette waves and curls seemed
to bounce every time her head moved. Her
shoulders were as wide as her hips and her arms
were strong. There seemed just enough fat on
her to give her curves a soft instead of muscular
appearance. I guessed her chest to be a healthy
B-cup, her waist narrow but not “skinny” and her
hips flared in a way that screamed “built for
gratuitous sex!” Between the points of her hips
was a fairly flat abdomen that had that soft
bump in the middle that screamed “feminine!” Her
thighs were strong and supple and tapered down
to excellent calves. Her butt… just big enough to
be called “bubble” but not so big that I couldn’t
enjoy what was nestled between her thighs.
The bits and pieces of my dream that I could
remember revealed her to be a sexually
adventurous, energetic and hungry woman. In
flashes of memory, as I woke up slowly,

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