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    Please continue

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    Ride on

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    episode 2

    She was at the kitchen the next morning
    when I got out of bed. I had slept too much
    that morning for no particular reason I
    could muster. Uncle D had left and so was
    the dude I thought was the houseboy.
    Myself and Onyinye were the ones left at
    home. It seemed that she was a full
    housewife or probably got out of a job
    recently. As I stepped into the kitchen, I
    was a bit taken aback. She was chopping
    some onions on the kitchen counter for a
    fry and so was backing the door. She was
    putting on a short and a very skimpy one.
    Of course it was her home and it could
    easily be explained since she just got out of
    bed but that cannot cover for the fact that
    it totally tells how Unclad she was
    underneath. It held so firmly to her
    buttock’s cheeks which were so very round
    and pronounced. Her hips jiggled and
    swayed the same time as she chopped the
    onions, poured them into her fry and
    stirred them. I was completely taken.

    didn’t know you were up” she stunned me!
    I had been caught staring and I could not
    place a cover on this one. “Ehhmm…yea. I
    just walked in. Good morning” I fluffed
    back. She had turned now and was making
    it to the sink at the other corner of the
    kitchen giving me a clearer but also very
    impressive view of her b0s0m! This woman
    was beautiful, I had to say and she had a
    body to kill. The camisole top she had over
    her upper half was crimson red and silky
    but that does not tell that it dropped
    rather low giving viewership to the deepest
    cleavage I had ever seen! I made for the
    fridge, picked a bottle of water and walked
    away. I must not tell too much that I was
    feeling good about what I was seeing. This
    woman had not shown any reason for me to
    think she likes my being here so I must not
    also begin placing another burden on her
    by making her think I am being a
    significant threat to her faithfulness to her
    husband. I opted to remain low.
    The day crawled by. I was seriously bored. I
    had used up all the charge on my laptop
    and seriously needed something to while
    away time with. Onyinye was appearing
    more and more to be the introvert. She
    hardly had said a word to me after the
    incident in the kitchen. She had served me
    breakfast and lunch and had told me to
    come and eat on both occasions and that
    was the much I had heard from her. I was
    only taking consolation from the fact that I
    had little time to spend in their apartment.
    Not long after Uncle D soon returned home.
    I had learnt now that he was a
    businessman who dealt on building
    materials and the guy I have been seeing
    around was his sales boy. He was almost
    my age and had been friendly so far.

    exchanging pleasantries and getting to
    know how our days went, Uncle D quickly
    went for the TV. I was also beginning to see
    it was popular past time around here. Not
    long after, Onyinye who had been staying
    at the bedroom all along, served him
    dinner and found a place beside him. She
    had changed cloths. She was now wearing
    what seemed to be an old shirt over a
    suede skirt. She easily started a
    conversation with him and at some point
    even involved me! “B***h!!” I swore to
    myself, “she had purposely stayed off me
    all day. She really could talk when she
    wanted”. I tried not to show any willingness
    to flow with the conversation but it was
    really hard to pull off. In fact, I had to laugh
    after a particularly funny comment from
    her. She was really in total control here and
    I could do so little about it. She maintained
    eye contact and gesticulated good enough
    to explain herself. But just as the
    conversation looked to get deeper, I saw
    something very unusual and I froze! Right
    before me; at the very particular spot
    where she sat on the day of my arrival; her
    legs were parted and weirdly spread;
    slightly angled towards me with her skirt
    ridden up to her mid-thigh! She was
    presenting me an upskirt! I had to quickly
    pull away my eyes, reassess the situation
    to reassure myself that this was reality and
    not a dream. We were three in the living
    room with her husband inclusive and from
    her sitting manner yesterday, it was
    obvious she could not possibly be the same
    person with her legs so casually parted
    that way. This was not possible! I returned
    my gaze but not to that previous spot but
    to her face and there she was looking at me
    in the face, telling her story of which I was
    not following anymore and maintaining a
    radiant smile. I had to be sure it was a
    mistake on her own part and had to stare
    again at the parted legs certain she would
    trace and follow my stare as I did. And yes
    they were still parted and in fact more
    revealing. I could now see her inner thighs
    and the various ridges that formed its
    roundness. I was scared her husband would
    see this and was even more scared he
    would catch me watching too. I stood and
    walked away into the kitchen. Right there, I
    had a glass of water and gave my J0yst!ck a
    little pressure to counter the slight
    s£nsat!ons I was already seriously
    receiving. When I felt I had recomposed
    myself, I walked back into the living room.
    Uncle D had finished eating and she was
    packing up his plates as I walked in. “I was
    not going to see those scenes anymore” I
    thought to myself. Really felt sad about it.
    Uncle D was speaking of using the toilet
    which told me he was thoroughly satisfied.

    I moved my attention back to the TV now
    but that was not for long as Onyinye
    stepped out again into the living room. I
    would hardly not think of her presence now
    after what happened earlier. She made for
    her seat and as we kept on with the TV she
    soon continued with her talk but now
    directed towards me. It revolved more
    around the talent hunt playing out on TV
    and I was now convinced this woman knew
    exactly what she was doing. This was the
    same lady who had avoided me all day
    when we were actually the only ones
    together but has entirely thrown herself
    open now the hubby was at home. I needed
    to tread carefully.

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    Fire on bro

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    Ma guy,u ve got to be careful oo,don’t pay uncle D with evil na…

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    right here

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    Thanks for the call @fb-joshuajohn

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    Hmmmmmmm am kind off Scared for yo Ooo

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