Wondering if anyone else has noticed
This quiet storm sweeping a hot land.
From the Atlantic coast to the edge of the hot sand
Revolutionary machine wielding words as swords
Engines running on brilliant young bloods:
The new breed. Though born of the failed generation,
Yet determined not to fail. To fuel a lagging nation
Powered by generators, above whose noise
They generate and elevate a vibrant louder voice.
Collectively Conscious, Creatively Compact.
Faceless behind Mark’s book, they attack
On a quest to re-write a blotted history
Twittering, blogging and poking their way to victory.
Dedicated to all 44.6 million Nigerian internet users
— Femi Hephef Falodun
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Daddy smiled and said, “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said,” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes, you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.” dzieciД™ce porno He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.
His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.”
He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. “Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly.
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.
His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.