O on: The story continues.

Sorry about the errors earlier PC was acting up.
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Bill and Marla decided the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighborhood activities. The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation. "There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he said. "An ambulance just drove by." A few moments passed. "Looks like the Anderson's have company," he called out. "Matti's riding a new bike and the Coopers are making love." Mom and Dad bolted upright in bed. "How do you know that?" the startled father asked. "Their kid is standing out on the balcony, too," his son replied.
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And we continue from here

So Time to heat it up some more. "Let's take this off the phone"; I propose, "Can you handle it? Na old firewood dey burn pass "; her retort. "Let me be the flame"; i respond "we'll see but okay, now tell me what you want to do to me" ; her response. So it's business as usual, with me graphically explaining and she physically experimenting till she climaxes on the phone. I bide my time after all, if e no be panadol e no fit be panadol .

A month full of pings and "i'm cumming"s, I send her a message on a friday night
Me: Sugar I'm off to dubai in a few days, need to sort out stuff
Her: Arrrgh!!!!!! ( she does that when her imagination goes on overdrive always follows up with a phone call; tell me.....)
Her: Let me come help you pack......
Me: You know the house. Ping me when you're at the gate
Her: On my way, get all those toys you've told me about ready.

It's on so it's time to prepare the battle ground.
Marvin Gaye off the speakers; check
Candles; Check
Batteries for toys; Check
Oils: Check
Champagne on ice: Check

Yup it's time to pack.

BB Pings i already know who it is. i step out and shut the door, tell the guard to open the gate. She drives in and steps out of the car yellow skinned bombshell in a tube. 2 pecks on the cheek and i lead her in. "A quick tour of the apartment?"; my question, "Show me your room"; her response she gives me that smile the one i have come to know is not innocent and i lead she follows straight into my private sanctum.

"Where are your bags"? she asked "Over there" i point wondering why. She leans over and whispers in my ear " i'm wearing nothing underneath " then she walks to my bags and drops something inside. I open the champagne and offer her a glass, a few sips later she wants to dance and she gives me a look that slows down my breathing. Good ol Marvin as if on cue changes the track Lets get it on starts to play she starts a slow tease visually working it. I'm hot and bothered but trying to play the game after all, i'm the cat she the mouse but body no be firewood my shorts have a peak 'cos mini me is standing at attention.

Then her phone rings.....

She ignores it.

The other one rings

She pauses..

Don't, please don't is all that is going on in my head....................

*Nollywood style; watch out for part 3