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SeyiDominion:
One reason Bobby had trouble with Oral English in college was because he hadn’t taken Mister Kadri’s class in high school. Basically, Mister Kadri covered briefly what the college course went into in detail. When he took Social Media Technologyerature, it was in Mrs. Yusuf’s class and it didn’t center on grammar skills.

She ate lunch with Bayo, in his office, and all she could think about were the two tampons in her purse. She’d needed neither of them. She was excited about that, and stayed bubbly all afternoon.

She had no idea that this emotional state, which was closer to normal for her than she’d had since she found out Bayo was a pervert, was exactly the thing that drew the attention of boys and made them dream. Her smile, the bounce in her step, and her confident, happy demeanor made her sexy. It had to Bobby, years earlier, and it did to other boys now.

She was even more excited when the tampons were still in her purse when she got home. The only arrow fired into her attitude was that Bayo had told her he had to stay late, that night.

Between classes, when a minor scuffle broke out in hallway D, and she knew Bayo would be notified and respond to do his own investigation, she slipped into his office, replaced the memory card and changed the batteries in the nanny cam.

When she got home, she wanted to go out and celebrate. She wanted to call Bobby and tell him she hadn’t used a tampon. She knew, though, that she was getting ahead of the game. The time to be elated would be five or six days from now, when those tampons still hadn’t been used.

She sat down at her laptop and, for the first time in her life, researched pregnancy, pregnancy testing, and what each trimester of a pregnancy was all about. She learned that, if she really did have Bobby’s fetus in her womb, she needed to wait another week before she did a home pregnancy test. If that was positive, she could go see a doctor.

Like many young people, Princess wasn’t the regular patient of an internal medicine doctor. She had an obstetrician/gynaecologist, who she saw once a year. That was who she planned to go to if the kit she bought and used was positive.

After the flurry of meetings they had while they copied Bayo’s financial documents, Princess had again decided to try to minimize her contact with her lover. It had become more important to her that they not get caught. In the beginning, her attitude was, “ Let Bayo catch us! Let him find Bobby Alashe in his bed, on top of his wife!

Let him have a heart attack as he realizes who is banging his trophy woman!” Now, though, she knew Bayo would strike instantly. He would expose her as a cheating bitch and ruin her reputation. He’d make sure she never worked in this school district again.

He might even kick her out onto the street. Her plan to end him up in prison would still work, but she’d already be homeless and helpless by then. She’d still get her revenge, but it wouldn’t be as sweet.

SeyiDominion:
I could feel her body start to relax and suddenly her arm twitched on me. It was clear she had fallen asleep. I pulled her tighter to me and let sleep take over my mind…….So close….I knew I wanted to be fully inside of her….

I awoke to the sunlight coming through the shades. I was surprised to find Elizabeth still in my arms. I could feel the combination of our fluids had caused my groin to be sticky and I reached down softly playing with my cock, I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked the combination off my fingertips.

Elizabeth was softly breathing against me, her naked body pressed up against me, feeling her breasts pressed against me, it was less sexual energy, and more emotional intimacy. I couldn't help myself, these feelings were new, something I had not felt before. I kissed her forehead.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, my Uncle yelled “Time to get up, lazybones! Daddy will be here soon.”

Elizabeth woke up with a start and I put my fingertips to her mouth to quiet her. I called out “Ok, I will wake Elizabeth and we will get our stuff together!”

I heard his footsteps moving away and took my fingers away from Elizabeth’s mouth. She started to laugh quietly, though we both realized we were lucky he didn't come in.

Elizabeth looked up at me from my shoulder, she reached up and kissed me. I could tell she was deciding whether to say something or not so I asked what was on her mind.

“We…..can’t do that again.” My heart sank to the ground. She must have seen the blood drain from my face and my heart aching because she continued, “What I mean is….you came inside of me last night….I have no protection from getting pregnant. I have had my period for a while now so I can get pregnant...and let's be honest….not going to be easy to explain that. So we can continue playing, but you cannot ejaculate inside me again.”

I was torn, I was excited that the play could continue but I questioned whether I would be able to feel that warmth envelope me again.

This controlled the majority of my thought as I finished packing up my stuff. We dressed quickly and grabbed our bags and headed out to the car port where Popsie had pulled up. Elizabeth smiled at me and I smiled back. What would the next few weeks bring?

Driving along towards popsie’ work, we could see the results of the monsoons, the limited green was much greener, cacti had flowered, more animals were out.

We were being put to work today, as it turns out Popsie’s business needed some monotonous work done with filing, putting little sticker rings on punch holes for files and making sure new charts were ready. Popsie owned and operated a medical laboratory business and we got the pleasure of doing some free labor in exchange for spending money and the freedom to roam.

We arrived and were quickly shuffled off to the back office which had a window overlooking the main floor space where exercises and consultations were done.

Our jobs were explained to us and we quickly got to work on the piles of charts that needed “repair” and the other mountainous piles of papers that needed to be assembled into new charts for new consults.

It was mind numbing work and all we had for entertainment was a one speaker radio with local stations which mostly consisted of radio hosts and lots of indigenous music. We finally located a station that was playing some of the recent top 100 songs.

We chatted, and whispered about every manner of things, what we wanted to go shopping for, where we might want to go on our next free day, what we might want to happen...when we could next be alone.