Let's hear those secrets

Whoever the fat man was – and Adejo couldn't imagine his uncle ever being friends with a white person – he seemed to be the only one who knew the words of the song (that Adejo thought might be Irish, but then he hadn't heard Irish before, at least he didn't think so), blasting out the lyrics with a viciousness that made him look like he wished he had something to kick while he was singing.

Adejo still wasn't quite sure how his uncle had got caught up with the two wedding guests in the first place. He had never been to a wedding before and had been excited until his uncle made it clear that they weren't really going to the wedding. 'We're just going to the kitchen, to pick up the bags. We won't even see the wedding. I'm sorry Adejo. You'll hear it though. I can promise you that.' For a while it seemed that they wouldn't even hear the wedding, let alone see it, because when his uncle parked the van and went to the steel door that led to the kitchen it wouldn't open, no matter how many times his uncle tried pressing different numbers into the pad on the wall.

In the end they had to go through the front doors of the hotel (clearly an option of last resort evidenced by his uncle's mutterings beneath his breath), although Adejo felt as if he was entering a palace. The floor was tiled with shiny stone, with four pillars (pillars, inside!) that stretched up before disappearing into a high ceiling.

'Come on Adejo, keep up! And please don't touch anything.'

I ran into my naked daugther recently when she was running from the bathroom to her room.

This made me realize that she isnt that little girl anymore and becomes a woman.

SInce that day I fp to her constantly and even came on and in some of her personal stuff.

The rumble of music and voices got louder the further they walked down the corridor, and when his uncle opened the doors at the end a sound hit Adejo the way the cold had slapped him that first time he got off the plane at the airport. The sound was outrageous, and Adejo immediately covered his ears to try and block out the blur of music and voices, before ducking as flashing coloured lights cut through the gloom as if a flying saucer was about to crash land on top of him.

He kept close to his uncle as they weaved between huge round tables draped with white cloth. They were like giant versions of the mints Adejo's uncle had in the van, only they were speckled with stains both dark and pale. A middle-aged woman watched him with one diseased looking eye as he passed, as a younger man kissed her hard while sharing her chair. An old man stirred a thin, plastic stick around his tall glass while examining something at the bottom of it. He passed another table, where a girl his own age sat alone looking at something on either a huge phone or a tiny TV she held in her hands, the images from the screen painting her face an ever-changing palette of muted colours. Adejo tried to sneak a peek, but his uncle grabbed his arm and dragged him on before he had the chance.

Ever go into the dirty laundry for her panties?

The kitchen was as bright as the big room was dark, a blaze of quivering florescent lights and shiny metal surfaces. A thin man with the dishevelled appearance of an artist wore a food splattered apron as he wiped the surfaces with a cloth, creating smeary waves that adorned everything he touched. Adejo's uncle asked the thin man something, and he pointed them deeper into the kitchen.

Ever made a "daddy special" drink for her?

The air felt sticky, like it had been bundled up, fried in oil, and then released back into the atmosphere. They hadn't gone far when Adejo's uncle reached a huddle of black bags at the back of the room. He lifted one and thrust it unceremoniously in Adejo's direction. It was bulging and heavy, and it almost dragged Adejo down to the floor, but he managed to wrestle it back up with sufficient manly qualities that he hoped would impress his uncle on what was his first night at work. Adejo was keen to prove his worth. He didn't want these first impressions to be clouded by sympathy. With Adejo wrestling one black bag his uncle effortlessly carried the other three, before two men on the dance floor (the fat man and his emaciated sidekick), blocked his path, the skinny one snatching a bag from his uncle's grip that he was now swinging around like he and the bag were old lovers.

Adejo slunk into the seat that the kissing couple had vacated. Numerous drinks had been abandoned on the table, and with no obvious claims of ownership in the vicinity Adejo was tempted to take a furtive sip from the glass nearest to him. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by thirst, whether from the suffocating heat in the room or the sickly kitchen smells now lodged in his throat. But just then Adejo was distracted by the sight of his uncle managing to break free of the commotion, and after a mildly aggressive game of tug-of-war with the bag dancer, his uncle persuaded him to relinquish his dancing partner. Adejo couldn't hear what was being said, but suddenly the bag dancer was shouting while trying not to fall over, and the fat man – who only a second ago had been hugging Adejo's uncle – was now jabbing a finger at him, his face all rashy and sweaty. But at least his uncle had the bag back, and was now moving away from the dance floor, a quick glance at Adejo confirming his own suspicions that now was probably a good time for him to move too.

You're exactly who I was looking for. Can you give us the details about your step dad? Also, did you have your son this morning?

>There was a risk that the same shiny floors they were now navigating in the opposite direction would scupper Adejo's delicate balancing act, his hands carefully cradling the hidden glass pressed against his skin beneath his jumper. He tried to keep pace with his uncle who marched in front of him, dragging the black bags around one of the pillars before the glass doors miraculously separated upon some unseen command.>876210874

There was a risk that the same shiny floors they were now navigating in the opposite direction would scupper Adejo's delicate balancing act, his hands carefully cradling the hidden glass pressed against his skin beneath his jumper. He tried to keep pace with his uncle who marched in front of him, dragging the black bags around one of the pillars before the glass doors miraculously separated upon some unseen command.

How’s she look compared to her mom? How similar or different body types and parts?

yes ofc one of the first things I did

That and I spiced up her toothbrush a little bit

I watched The Weekend Away and it made me hot thinking about her friend hiring male escorts to seduce and fuck her new mommy friend, who was married but not had sex in a year. The thought of her getting blackout drunk and being ploughed by 2 guys while her hubby and baby were at home, made me diamonds

Tiny tits like her mom but besides that she has the hot body like her mom

It was only now, in the clear air outside, that the fug of filth fermenting inside the bags hit Adejo. And only now that Adejo realised that he didn't have his bag; that he had left it back on the floor by the table.

'Where is it?' his uncle said, reading his nephew's mind as if turning the pages of a children's book. 'The bag I gave you?'

How often do you make her a daddy special drink?

People think I am unaware of my Clairvoyance because I never talk about it, they try and exploit it and fail. then they blame me when I was the one who warned them.

at the end of the day I write i all of as a delusion, and use Schizophrenia to achieve plausible deniability.

assuming its real.........lol...............its like Pamela Anderson being unaware of her big tits. because she never talks about them

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'I ... eh ... I'm sorry Uncle Kayin, I ... I think I left it where I was sitting.'

I'm rich and I'm trying to get into politics so I'm making my public image good by donating to charity publicly, volunteering at food banks, etc as well as making my business a desired place to work by having good healthcare, good hours, good pay, etc.

I met a single mother at a food bank and now she comes to my office and dances for me then sucks my dick whenever she needs her bills paid.

3 times

Adejo had never heard his uncle curse. What made it worse was that he cursed in Hausa. And what made it worse again was that he struck his fist off the back of the van. Adejo thought his uncle might swear again, and follow up by striking him instead of the hard metallic surface of the vehicle, an act Adjeo thought would be appropriate to the sense of guilt he was feeling.

He'd only known his Uncle Kayin two weeks, but sensed that a man who turned the radio up full blast to sing-a-long to a song he liked ('A great way to learn English Adejo!' he had shouted on the drive down) wasn't usually prone to acts of violence, let alone repeated acts. At least Adejo hoped not. After all, this was 'The Great Example' Adejo's mother had spoken of with such adoration. Yet now the legend seemed diminished in the flesh, reality rendering his uncle fallible no matter how glorious the reputation preceding him. The status of being known as 'The Great Example' had even overshadowed his first name, Uncle Kayin. In fact, it was only when Adejo learned that he was to follow in his uncle's footsteps that he heard the real name of his mother's brother, the living proof that the journey could not only be endured, but that it could end in glory.

‘What’s wrong with your stomach?' his uncle asked, the keys to the van jangling nervously in his hand.

'It's okay,' Adejo said, ‘It just hurts a bit.’ convinced that the sweat-slicked glass might slip from its hiding place at any moment and shatter at their feet.

A day?

'Suck on a mint,' Uncle Kayin said, plopping the keys into Adejo's free palm. 'I think there's one left.'

nope 3 times in the past 2-3 weeks

Did she make any comments on the flavour?

And have you considered letting catch a glimpse of your dick?

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disc?

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How do I become rich like you?

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You have this saved lol.

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I can already hear them in the background

>(there is no fucking way he knows about it)

HAHAAHA.......................SUCKERS

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>Pamela Anderson
>Her, she

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this is clever.

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I stumbled upon a bunch of pictures of my sister on her laptop and now I can't look at her without thinking of her sexually.

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Any wet dreams yet?

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what does this mean?

Yeah no shit
No, I don't get wet dreams

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I fantasize about helping a cute suicidal girl I know kill herself while fucking her and fuck her dead body afterwards.

Judging by her sick dirty talk, she wouldn't mind that.

That fucking sucks, does anyone else know about this?

what is your favorite story?

I'm a closeted, married sissy

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????
Nah

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where do you hide your clothes if married?

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What you going to do with this info, blackmail her?

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I have a home office and hide boxes of toys and clothes under boxes of work documents in the closet

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Nah I love my sister.... I'm probably just gonna keep these for myself

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You must think very highly of yourself user.

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You ever perform on cam or in a drag show b4?

No, drink occasionally and smoke pot once in a while. Nothing harder

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