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What Ohaneze is saying will not work. Let all candidates test their popularity and acceptability.

Interesting update.

tonysunkan:
History has a way of repeating itself. By contesting against his benefactor, Osinbajo is allowing himself to be misguided and used. This was the same thing that happened to Chief SLA Akintola against Awolowo in 1960s. Definately, it is another season of betrayal.

Well said.

The prophet said they could pray against the candidate 'if' they don't want it. This is not a prophecy but a speculation.

Nice

Love gone awry.

I foresee Osinbajo as a man about to be rendered a polical light weight.

All these flawed reasons are evidence of people in panic mode.

Yes, let justice be done.

What a pathetic scene.

Good one.

One good thing about Wike is he is a man of guts.

IT IS A WORTHLESS DOG THAT KILLS A HARE - Yoruba proverb.

Some of the threads you people create are so myopic. Just what is the meaning of this?

Hmn...

It is indeed not too good for two prominent SS sons to engage in war of attrition. Obaseki should support Wike. It is pay back time.

The Olu has spoken well. I agree on this.

Bashy and Suzanne were living and relating like zealous lovers. One evening when they were in bed, Bashy had her legs over his shoulders and he was ploughing her pussy hard and fast the way she like it.

She had already cum twice and she was on the verge of another orgasm when he started panting and groaning about how tight her pussy was. This really turned her on and she realized how much she really was becoming fond of him.

“You’ve got such a tight pussy, Simbi,” he said.

Suzanne moved her head to look him in the eyes. “What was that?” she demanded.

“I said you’ve got a tight pussy, baby.”

“But you mentioned Simbi,” she protested. “You just called me Simbi.”

He looked surprised. “Really? Sorry about that. It’s a slip of tongue.”

He continued his action and rammed his dick into her a couple of times. Then, he started grunting and shot hot sticky cum into her cunt.

He collapsed on top of her and then wrapped his arms around her. She rolled onto her side and turned the light off. He gathered her up in his arms and told her he loved her. She still wondered why he called out Simbi’s name while they were at it, until she fell asleep in his arms.

After their first lecture the following morning, she talked to Simbi and asked her if Bashy had been having sex with her. Simbi looked a little uneasy and explained that she did not want to upset her.

“He asked me if he could have sex with me,” Simbi added.

“Really? When?” Suzanne asked.

“He’s been asking me since I first went there.”

“Did you let him Bleep you?” Suzanne demanded, realizing that she had become very jealous.

“No. I would never do that to you. I swear to you, Suzanne. I wouldn’t do something like that.”

“But why did not you tell me?”

Simbi shrugged. “I did not want to spoil your relationship.”

Simbi looked so sincere that Suzanne decided to believe her. Right there, Suzanne decided to confront Bashy about it later that very evening. They had a big fight about it. He admitted that even though he loved her, he was desperate to bang Suzanne. He said sine the day he set his eyes on her, it was all he could think about.

“But you said you love me! Why do you want to Bleep her if you love me,” Suzanne almost shouted.

“She’s so gorgeously hot. She is young, beautiful and alluring. Come on baby, I know she would not mind engaging in a party, if you talked to her.”

Suzanne was so furious she did not know what else to say. Was Bashy not considering that she – Suzanne - was beautiful and desirable enough? How could he be thinking of party with her best friend?


Trapped by Passion: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

Kole watched in disbelief as his wife moaned softly and worked her ass back into her rapist's body. She was moving it obviously in pure delight.

Alfred just gripped her hips, eyes closed, and grinded his cock into her ass. They pushed against each other and moved their hips here and there, for almost a minute, low groans escaping both of them.

Alfred slowly gained his senses back. His cock was still deep in Lovina's ass. Kole was sitting back in the chair, looking at the wall.
“This is the deal Kole.” Alfred said. “Look at me.”

Kole turned his head to Alfred. Alfred still had a shirt and tie on. His wife was bent over the desk, her head down, panting softly. Her hair a mess, sweat all over her, her eyes closed. Alfred was behind her, his cock buried in her anus. His hands were slowly moving over her body.

Absentmindedly, it seemed, he moved a finger around where the shaft of his softening cock was wedged between her butt cheeks.

“Your wife is a hot Bleep, and I will easily clean up your financial problems in order to Bleep her silly whenever I want.” He paused, and Lovina let out a little whining noise, which Alfred silenced with a quick pat to her butt. “I'll also use my extensive costs to cover some of your irregularities, which you won't have to actually pay me financially, but I will be demanding of your wife's body.”

Alfred looked at the woman in front of him, and at Kole. “Okay, I'm done.” He yanked his cock out of her ass, which evoked a small grunt from Lovina, then pulled her up and pushed her towards her shed clothing. She walked towards them and started dressing on shaky legs. Cum was running out of her ass.

Quietly, Kole and Lovina exited Alfred's office.

Biola looked at the couple: Kole looked dark and, somehow, older....Lov just looked disheveled, but....not quite as down........She was quick to understand that the situation wasn't perhaps too dissimilar from her own.......... Am I working for..........a serial rapist? She asked herself.

As the couple opened the door to leave, Alfred poked his head out of his office.
“Glad you came to me guys. A lot of other accountants will charge you up the butt.” He had that fun-loving grin on his face again.





Chapter Ten

There was a light knock on the door, and Rita opened her door to the night air, and a pretty girl. Henrietta was standing in the door, her backpack—with laptop, notebooks, and a couple history books packed into it—was swung over her shoulder. Rita looked at her teenage student for a moment with a smile.

Very nice legs...she thought to herself as she looked down at Henrietta's tanned calves and lower thighs. Cute black short skirt, white blouse...wish another button was undone....but the cleavage is looking good so far.

Hmm. Looks like she's not the only one doing some studying tonight...I may take a crash course in anatomy..... “Hey Henrietta, good to see you. Come on in.”

Henrietta was a little thrown off by the slight pause before the friendly greeting, and the awkward scan Rita had made of her outfit. Yeah, she either isn't too happy with my skirt or is way too happy with it Rita thought to herself, remembering the rumors she'd heard in school about this teacher.

The teacher was clearly in her slouching gear: a light blue sweatpants/sweatshirt combo that was a little more form fitting than normal, but nothing sexy. Still, her large D cup breasts and perfectly round ass were clearly present and accounted for.

“Welcome to my humble abode. There are some chips and drinks on the table. Feel free to help yourself. Bathroom is around the corner, first door on the right.”

“Thanks, ...you have a nice apartment” Henrietta replied, looking at the abstract paintings that adorned her wall. Maybe three of them. It should have been too much for a smaller living room, but it worked, and Rita's love of art was clear.

There were art and art history books all over her shelf. Her teacher gave a slight turn.


Nothing goes for nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

I pushed the trunks down and my cock jutted out. She gasped. "You've grown." she giggled. "My god, you have grown up. It's beautiful!" she said breathily, her arm still around my waist.

I tried to think of something else and it became a little bit more controllable.

"Can I hold it?" she said very quietly.

"Very carefully." I muttered as the stream started.

I felt her fingers encircle it. Immediately it became like a steel rod.

"Oh!" she said.

She took her hand away, still very interested and staring at the purple head of my rampant cock. I tried to think about alligators, the stream began again. This time it was a roaring waterfall and her hand tightened excitedly on my waist until the stream stopped.

"I loved it!" she said. "Just like when you were little, only better!" She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I felt her breasts against my bare chest and her smooth back felt wonderful under my hands.

She took a sheet of toilet paper and offered it to me. I looked at her quizzically.

"Don't you wipe off?"

"Not really. Now it's your turn." I said.

"Oh, Prince, I..."

"Fair!" I said.

"But are you sure? I am your step Mom! Are you sure you want to watch me?"

I started to push the bikini bottoms down.

"OK. Go ahead," she giggled.

I pushed the bottoms down and was face to face with the thatch of brown curls on her mound. The scent of her perfume and her body made my head swim.

"I don't think I can do it with you watching."

She closed her eyes and I knelt in front of her, my eyes fixed between her legs.

She laughed and protested that it was impossible.

She leaned her forehead against mine and we both stared at the patch of hair between her legs.

After a minute or so, I heard the first trickle of her water. Then I could see the light glinting of a stream of urine.

"Oh, this is embarrassing!" she said, her smile crooked with tension.

She took some paper and dabbed between her legs. "There! Show's over!"



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

I pushed the trunks down and my cock jutted out. She gasped. "You've grown." she giggled. "My god, you have grown up. It's beautiful!" she said breathily, her arm still around my waist.

I tried to think of something else and it became a little bit more controllable.

"Can I hold it?" she said very quietly.

"Very carefully." I muttered as the stream started.

I felt her fingers encircle it. Immediately it became like a steel rod.

"Oh!" she said.

She took her hand away, still very interested and staring at the purple head of my rampant cock. I tried to think about alligators, the stream began again. This time it was a roaring waterfall and her hand tightened excitedly on my waist until the stream stopped.

"I loved it!" she said. "Just like when you were little, only better!" She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I felt her breasts against my bare chest and her smooth back felt wonderful under my hands.

She took a sheet of toilet paper and offered it to me. I looked at her quizzically.

"Don't you wipe off?"

"Not really. Now it's your turn." I said.

"Oh, Prince, I..."

"Fair!" I said.

"But are you sure? I am your step Mom! Are you sure you want to watch me?"

I started to push the bikini bottoms down.

"OK. Go ahead," she giggled.

I pushed the bottoms down and was face to face with the thatch of brown curls on her mound. The scent of her perfume and her body made my head swim.

"I don't think I can do it with you watching."

She closed her eyes and I knelt in front of her, my eyes fixed between her legs.

She laughed and protested that it was impossible.

She leaned her forehead against mine and we both stared at the patch of hair between her legs.

After a minute or so, I heard the first trickle of her water. Then I could see the light glinting of a stream of urine.

"Oh, this is embarrassing!" she said, her smile crooked with tension.

She took some paper and dabbed between her legs. "There! Show's over!"



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

Zamar:
Nice and cool

Thanks.