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We kissed for few minutes when her hands went down on me again as she squeezed my D*I*C*K through my perry coles(That kind thing!!!!), showing she wasn’t tired for anything (CrossRiver/AkwaIbom girls I hail ohhhhh!).
But there was something wrong with my confidence, I wasn’t sure I would last for 2mins because what happened earlier was just me on drugs, my records(record actually) was now threatened. And I could swear was in this because she wanted to Kum, hence, she was now inlove with my last longing thrusts (If ah hear! Na me think am )

“Ummm.. Babe I have Stew on fire”(PERFECT EXCUSE!!!!!!!!).. I said as I stopped kissing her.
She just stopped and sighed, then she said my god saved me..
*Like what kind of girl is this? , is it She that is not ashamed? Or is it her pussay that is? Na pussay dey control her conscience? So after everything she will start cryng? Na wah oh!*
– I thought in my mind as I watched her lick her lips and whispered
“Let’s save the BJ for the later baebae.. Thank you!”
Into my ears. (OMO! BJ? Did she just said BJ? later? .. Noooo!!!!)
You are welcome was all I could say with a smile, I wanted the BJ so badly but they say na wetin dey sweet dey kill. I couldn’t leave the stew/rice on the Gas cooker. Besides, I nor wan land for hospital for fainting.
I went in to take my phone, forgetting the main reason why I came to the room at first. I sent “call me back” message to Asamoah as I walked fast to the kitchen to remove the stew which was already having a burning smell while I wonder the type of december I was in..
Asamoah called and sounded worried but I told him no cause for alarm. I thought of telling him that I bleeped Faith’s senior sister but I couldn’t, even when he wanted to know, so I told him it was one babe of mine in the estate. I asked of Yvonne and he said that he hasn’t set eyes on her since yesterday as her she stays with her Mum.
Asamoah didn’t really care about me and Faith, all he wanted to know was if I F*U*C*Ked Faith because he believed all the drama he saw on twitter yesterday never affected me. (That’s because I told him I wasn’t concerned..)

“Bone that f**uc*k up girl jare!”.. I said in an attempt to cut the story short.
After Boiling my rice, I ate and for the first time since I can remember, I loaded my stew with assorted meats. As in, who go ask me? Them fit?..
I remember when I was washing the plate, in trying to squeeze the Morning Fresh dish washer, It made a noise similar to what Esther’s pussay made after I enjanlaculated.. (Later found out it was pussay farts.. Right here on nairaland.. But I been dey tink say na Mess ohhh!.. Come dey make me tink say I bleep girl till she mess)
3PM, EPL Highlights, LIGA BBVA highlight.. Was now on soundcity when the bell rang.. It was that of the gate..
“Behold!! The Return of Joyce, Faith and Abigail”.. I said in my mind as I stood up with mixed feelings to go open the gate but I had to put on something first..
Even though wanted to start showing Off my D*I*C*K to the girls in the house, I still had to respect its privacy you know?
As the Car passed me by, I saw Abigail sitting at the front, and the back glasses being tinted, I believed that faith was inside checking me out , so I arranged myself, looking straight into the tinted glasses as my brain kept on saying “Oboy Arrange, she go dey look you through that tinted window“.
However, after closing the gate, I walked towards the car to greet my uncle’s cheating wife(real intentions was for faith to hear my voice) but as I walked towards the car, I kept on waiting for the perfect moment that the back door will open. But this moment never came as Abigail came out, Joyce opened her own door, closed it and pressed the remote to lock the doors.
“Send her a DM”.. My mind said as I opened TweetDeck, searched her handle and sent her a “HI”(Ahahaha! I was so immature)….
I waited for 10mins while I scaled through Esther’s Pictures and I was just like “Omo! Na dis girl pop ur cherry oh” as I looked through her sexy pictures.
She finally replied with a “Hi” too.. Even though it wasn’t what I expected, I loved it .. (Maybe she also loved my Hi)
But I also wanted to delay for 10mins before I reply

“Are you mad? say something special to her nah..”
My mind said as I wondered what I will say that will bring the incidence of yesterday into the conversation. So I decided to ask why she didn’t come back home..
Sent her the message but she never replied even though she was tweeting and retweeting.
Stalked her and saw a tweet about her telling a follower who asked her who the Guys in question were.. Then she replied they were bunch of kids fighting over nothing.
*Inshort let me write the tweet as I can remember it:
RT@____Lol! They just bunch of kids after my A$$..@_____(faith) who the guys ruining ur holiday hun?*..
This got me pissed as my mind kept telling me she was right.. Like “Na true nah, didn’t you act like a kid? Mtchewww.. Kid!! “.. I guess the tweet just made things worst so I promised I won’t visit twitter again, not to talk about stalking faith’s handle. (Stalking is bad! Spread the word)


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