Home Alone Episode 28
20-07-25 (10:28)
I got down from the cab and with a smile on my face,
these GRA self, its too beautiful.
Everywhere' is neat and kept tidy.
Me: Wait a minute, how can a teacher afford to live in
such a costly place like this?
I asked myself as I called Mrs Fatima, telling her that
place the cab dropped me. She said I should wait there
a little while which I did.
Voice: Idris!!!!!
I heard my name from my back and I turned around. I
was surprise as I saw her standing in front of a gate
few meters away from me.
Without wasting anytime, I walk up to her and she
surprised me by giving me a tight hug. d–n, did she
wear any bra? I mentally asked myself as I felt her
large b0s0m pressed hard against me.
Me: good morning ma.
I greeted out as my voice came back. She was wearing
a light short gown that did nothing in hiding her figure
eight shape.
Mrs fatima: just call me fatima. We are not in the
school premises so drop everything concerning me
being our teacher outside before entering inside my
house.
I smiled to myself. No blame me, you guys have
watched lot of nigerian movies, especially those s-x
movies, that is how it always begin. When she tells you
not to call her Ma but refer to her by her name, I kinda
like where' this is going to but wait, what if her
husband is inside?
Me: alright fatima.
I said answer she smiled. She held my hand and we
both walked inside her house. The compound was kept
neat and tidy with about three cars parked at the
corner.
Summoning all courage within me, I asked the number
one question that has been bothering me all these
while.
Me: is your husband inside?
She turned and looked at me before opening the door
and ushering me inside the house. As expected, the
house was tidy and kept clean, very clean with nice
fragrance all over.
Fatima: he is does not stay here in Nigeria, he is into
car importation and computers in China.
Me: wow, so they import car and computers from
China down to Nigeria?
Fatima: correct.
No wonder, these woman is swimming in money. That
explains why she can afford an apartment here in GRA,
have three cars and I guess her bank account must be
GBAGAM (according to P-square)
fatima: have a seat.
She said and I sat down at one of the sofa facing the
tv. The remote was by myside so I took and tuned it
over to MY TV TOONS (don’t blame me, even at this
age I still love cartoons, that is after HD p–n videos).
She entered inside one of her rooms and came back
with a tray of fried chicken and one chilled cartoon of
hollandia yogurt.
She kept on a stool and brought it at my front and the
aroma was enough to remove all shyness in my body.
Fatima: don’t tell me you still watch cartoon at this age?
She asked and my cheeks turn red.
Fatima: well that makes us even, I do love toons too.
I smiled.
Fatima: won’t you eat?
She said and I looked down at the plate, like someone
as if I forgot. She knew I was shy somehow and
added.
Fatima: or you won’t me to feed you?
D–n, I don’t know if she mean it or not but I rather start
eating before she will harbour any idea of feeding me.
Me: *chewing a chunk of meat* wow, very delicious .
Never knew you are a great cook.
Fatima: *blush* thank you.
She also took one of the meat and started eating. She
poured the yogurt into tow class cups and gave me one
while she took one.
Me: where' are the kids?
I asked her noticing I haven’t seen aya child since I
came here.
Fatima: I don’t have any. My husband is barely at home
so when do we have any chance of making babies.
I could feel the pain in her voice and knew she was s-x
starved.
Me: sorry!
Fatima: no problem.
We continued watching the toon together and I was
hoping she start discussing what brought me here
when she surprised me. she placed her head on my
shoulder and it was then I knew that she is very close
to me.
I can’t help but stare at those Sekxy big laps. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
