Champions League Final: Real Madrid Vs Atletico Madrid At 7:45Pm (Drop Your Predictions)

   
After Real Madrid progressed to the Champions League final by beating Man City, we are now set to witness two bitter rivals go head to head in the biggest match in world club football.

On the night of Saturday 28th May there will be huge celebrations in the city of Madrid but who is it that will be celebrating?

Atletico Madrid have never won the Champions League in their history and they are up against neighbours Real Madrid, a club who have been crowned European champions a record of ten times.

The highest scoring team in La Liga facing the lowest conceding team in La Liga, both who play two very contrasting styles of football.

Millions of viewers worldwide will be on the edge of their seats to watch what will surely be one of the most exciting and emotional spectacles the competition has ever seen.

Real Madrid have an all-star strike force but they will be attempting to penetrate an Atletico defence that even the likes of Messi, Neymar and Suarez struggled to break down.

Drop Your Predictions below.

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I applied for a job as a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a local family run business, it was only for a year but the clincher for me was $25,000 per year but I only needed to go into work 3 days a week the rest of the time I could work on a works laptop.

I was determined to get this job and when I received a letter inviting me to attend for an interview, now at this point I must own up to the fact that my C.V. was not entirely truthful. I do type 55 words but that is an hour not a minute, and experience should have read nil, but somehow nil was embellished and looked on the application form a lot like 4 years, in a relevant industry.

So that is the background to this story, I needed to seduce the Managing Director into giving me the position. I invested $25 in a manicure, $125 for a smart business suit navy blue, a black push-up bra one cup size to small, matching T-back panties $45, and fishnet stockings $5 and suspender belt $10 Shoes $50, total cost of getting the job $260.

However, the skirt of the suit needed to be altered to ensure the job would be mine. The skirt was knee length with a 3 inch side split, I opened both side seems another 6 inches, so that I did not look too slutty I fixed the seem with press studs concealed so that I could open as much or as little as I wanted to show.

The letter was signed Ronnie McCallum, so confident in my ability to seduce him, I set off in my car for the 10 minute drive to the offices. Parking the car I checked make-up hair jiggled my boobs to fit them into the small cups (my cups runith over) stocking perfect I opened the car door, stepped daintily out and walked into the building to the reception desk. A leggy blonde, I guessed to be 30, 31 ,or 32 watched me through the window as I approached, I found her expression hard to read, 'Can I help you Miss', she enquired.

I looked at her name badge Lauren McCallum; I told her I was here for an interview with Ronnie McCallum for the post of Personal Assistant.

Her face changed and she smiled, as she told me to take a seat, adding can I get you a tea, coffee or soft drink

Coffee would be nice, I smiled, sitting I crossed my legs and in moments Lauren appeared with two coffee's, she offered me one and she sat opposite me with the other. She told me she was just standing in for the receptionist, as she had to go to the dentist. She was in charge of the Marketing department. She said since it was a family run company all staff were expected to be flexible and the family lead by example.

We chatted, mostly about nothing till the telephone rang, she answered and asked me to follow her, discretely I popped the studs as we walked, she knocked on a door opened it and ushered me in, 'Ronnie, this is Sarah', she announced. I entered and stopped short, Ronnie was not as imagined him, he was a she, too late to close the studs, I shook hands and Ronnie led me to a sofa, Lauren noticed my skirt, and smiled as she closed the door. Ronnie was a little bit older than Lauren was but not as tall, she wore a black jacket fitted, over a white top, and black slacks, she had a long auburn hair falling half way down her body, she was beautiful with almost opaque skin.

Ronnie sat opposite me, and force of habit I crossed my legs, the skirt fell back revealing stocking tops suspenders and black satin panties, I flicked my skirt down, but I had a life of its own it seemed and dropped back again.

Ronnie laughed aloud, 'I see you really want this job, and if my father was here today it would already be yours'.

She picked up my CV and read it 'Very impressive', she said, 'Now, just how much of this is true'.

I asked, how she did not think it was all true.

She laughed again, 'If it was true, then you wouldn't need the outfit '.

I admitted that the basics were correct but there was some exaggeration.

Ronnie explained just what the duties would be, there were not looking for typists they had them and more than my 55 words a minute. They needed someone organised who would see that her father was in the right place at the right time, Mrs Hope, who had been with the firm for 20 years had recently had a double tragedy in the family her husband and brother-in-law had been killed in a car accident. When the insurance came, Mrs Hope and her sister-in-law had decided to go to Australia as their husbands had planned to go once they retired.

So with that she went through my CV again, there was knock on the door, it was Lauren, she came over and sat beside me on the couch, and they double teamed me, (in the interview process).

'Well Sarah', Lauren began when we finished, 'How much do you want this position'.

'I'd love to work here, I said.

Lauren stood up, walked over to the door, and turned the key, 'Well I guess you had better show Ronnie and me. Lauren was wearing the same as Ronnie except for a mini skirt, which came to mid thigh.
I stood and walked to Lauren by the door, reaching her I danced moving down her body my hands ran down her sides to her legs, no stockings or tights, moving up my hands went under her skirt. The material dropped and my hands travelled up touching the sides of her breasts, until we stood face to face. I turned and unbuttoned my jacket letting it slip off my shoulders to stand in skirt and push-up bra, I reached behind and unzipped my skirt wriggling my hips it dropped to the floor. I bent at the waist presenting my black laced bum to Lauren; I ran my hands slowly up my legs, as Lauren spanked my proffered bum one hard resounding smack. Straightening I found Ronnie had removed her slacks and jacket, she sat and pulled her top off, naked except for white teddy she unsnapped the studs and lifted the lacy material as she opened her legs her fingers found her slit and she ran her fingers up and down her pussy, spreading the moisture dewing from her love hole.

I wanted some of that, sank to my knees, and crawled slowly across the carpeted office to worship at Ronnie's slick pussy. I kissed along each leg, my tongue making small wet circles along her thigh, her sexy aroma filled my nose, I bit the flesh of her inner thigh playfully, and she moaned and tossed her head back her hair tousled. My hot breath blew on her wet lips and she 'Oooohed' in anticipation of what was to come, my tongue made first contact, as I felt my bra being unclipped, my boobs bounce free and my panties were tugged over my bum and down to my knees. Lauren was on her knees behind me, she traced my pussy lightly with her finger. I opened her sister Ronnie's lips with two fingers to let me lick the nectar seeping from her pussy. I pulled her mons taut her clit was big and peeked out nearly an inch it was easily the largest I have ever seen, I slid 2 fingers up and down between her labia which allowed me to take her large clit between my lips, I ran my tongue over it lightly, Ronnie bucked but I held firm.

Lauren we not idle she now had three fingers inside me, she was using short shallow thrusts, and randomly deeper than back to short ones, I wriggled my bum and she spanked it, hard stinging spanks, and my bum reddened. I was both fucker and fuckee between these sisters my own nectar was flowing I felt it running down my thighs. I looked up at Ronnie as I suckled on her clit her head thrashed from side to side; I smacked her thighs and told her to open them wider, 'I want to see your pussy while I finger you'.

Suddenly, Ronnie grabbed my head and pulled me against her wetness, she held her breath, her legs ramrod straight, lifting her ass of the sofa, I flicked my tongue over the sensitive pink nub and was rewarded with girlie cum as Ronnie came hard on my fingers.

Lauren sped up her fingering making me squeal into Ronnie pussy, smack, smack 2 more hard spank 'Cum bitch', she ordered, Lauren pushed 3 finger as deep as she could into me, my world swam and my pussy contracted gripping her fingers and seemed to pull them deeper clinging and relaxing in rapid waves. My tight asshole pulsed as I came hard on Lauren's fingers, as the wave after wave slowly subsided I was overcome and weakly I slumped onto the floor as Ronnie released her grip on me.

As I slumped there, Lauren stood above me and lowered her wet pussy to my lips, I slid my tongue out as Lauren humped my face, rubbing herself on me, suck me Sarah suck my pussy like your job depended on it, instinct took over and two finger found there way between Lauren's wet lips, and I pumped them in and out alternating speed, depth, twisting, untwisting driving her to an orgasm, she spat in my mouth and slapped me lightly playfully then harder as I worked, Lauren took charge, she twisted my nipples hard treating me like a whore, Ronnie joined in pulling my hair spitting in my mouth rubbing my face over Lauren's pussy. 'Make her cum bitch', she growled in my ear, the slapping me, to emphasise how much she wanted me to help her sister cum. I was discovering a new thrill for me humiliation. When I opened my eyes and these sisters were French kissing, Ronnie twisting and pulling on her sisters nipples, a finger snaked down and began to massage Lauren's clit, within a few minutes, Lauren moaned, shuddered and orgasmed she lifted off my face. She lowered herself beside me and frenched me tasting her own juices and some of her sisters, we exchanged tongues for while then the hard floor forced us to stop, looking round I saw Ronnie, she was dressed, replacing her make-up, as Lauren and I picked up our clothes and dressed. Finally dressed Lauren and I sat on the sofa, Lauren held my hand and whispered in my ear, and then she bit it and licked my face tasting her pussy on me.

I had to ask, 'Do I have the job'

Ronnie said, 'I can't say 'yes' or 'no' Sarah, its my father that does the hiring, if you want the job you will have to come to the house tonight and show him and mother you're the person they want'.

Lauren spoke, 'We'll be there too of course, it is a family company you know, shall we say 7 o'clock, dress optional'.

'If you're coming don't dare be late, or you will have to be punished, and we have a vast array of things to punish you with.

Ronnie gave me her card, kissed me and squeezed my bum, she whispered I hope father hires you, we can have so much fun, you Lauren, and me when mummy and daddy, have finished with you'. Now, get out I'm bored with you, leave the panties and bra', Lauren smirked. Click HERE to watch video

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Three years previous to writing this I had a relationship that I will never forget nor regret, I have alluded to this event to some close acquaintances with whom I chat to over the internet, but have never told the full facts of the matter to anyone. I hope that some may find this as interesting as I myself have found the experiences of others.

I will explain a little of myself to place these events into some context:

I was born in Scotland during the July of 1976, this I am told was a notable year for the UK because of the very warm summer which was untypical, not that my birth had anything to do with it of course. Unknown to my Mother at the time of my birth was the fact that my Father had died whilst on service with the Royal Navy, she later told me that he died on the very day that I was born. I wasn't sure if this was exactly true because the Navy refused to provide details about his death due to the nature of his work. My Mother was never convinced about the facts of his death because she too worked for Naval Intelligence and understood other interpretations to the statement " killed during a training exercise", added to this is the fact that his body was never recovered (My Father was based at Faslane in Scotland which is a nuclear submarine Base). She knew that this statement was also a euphemism for men who were killed during some secret conflict (of which there are many), suffice to say she was notified of his death on the day I was born. Very soon after my birth we moved back to England and I began life on my Fathers estate, it is not too grand compared to some I know of but it covers a wide expanse of moorland and ancient woodland and it is without doubt a very beautiful estate.

The estate was named after a character from a Tennyson poem and it evokes wonderful images of the ancient peoples of Albion (England) and the Sirule from whom all magical things were descended. The estate is my only tangible link to my Father and it echoes his former presence and sustains his memory. He grew up here throughout his childhood and beyond and the family albums show him as he changed from boy to man, his life appeared to be one of privilege but I know little of his thoughts or beliefs.

At the age of eleven I was sent to a Convent to be educated, this was a very pleasant time for me due to the fact that I met so many others girls of my own age. Life on the estate was often quite lonely and isolated and most of my contact with others was restricted to my Mothers staff who were obviously adult and my Tutor Ms. Vivien.

Prior to going to the convent much of my time was spent reading and day dreaming of Knights and Damsels in distress and the usual things that I assume young children ponder. I was never a naturally gifted child (none too bright) but excelled in things that I liked such as art and natural history. My life at the convent was quite uneventful until my final year, I was aged about 17 years and I had established myself as one of the sixth year matures.

I know that there are many stereotypes regarding convent-educated girls but these are, for the most part, drawn from male fantasy as far as I can make out. Whilst we played little games and had crushes on various other girls I have never perceived our activities as lewd or sinister. One particular girl who was quite well developed used to make some of the girls eat salt in order to decide which would spend time with her in her room. She would tell us about sex and how it was done. She would sometimes sit on the sofa and get me to feel her cunny through her knickers, I was enthralled by her demeanour each time I would do this, her face would become flushed and her breathing more intense. She used to get me to lie at her side and rub her; sometimes she would press my hand onto her cunny. Other times she would put my hand inside her knickers and gently stroke her, she would become quite angry if I did not do it properly. Sometimes she would stop me suddenly, she would tell me that I must go and that she was tiring of me but this was her way of teasing I think.

On other occasions I would have to lie on my back with my eyes blindfolded as she rubbed herself against me, she would tell me not to move or make a sound, I had to lie perfectly still. She was admired greatly by many of the other girls because she was quite well developed and appeared very mature to us. We were all forbidden to share a bed and one or two girls were punished for breaking this rule, some of the girls found it difficult to be away from home and would seek comfort from others. I never shared my bed but I know that a number of girls used to share and lie facing each other whilst they caressed each other's breasts. Sometimes I would lie in bed trying to see as much as I could in the half-light of the moon but this was rarely a fruitful exercise. The discovery of our own sexuality was a natural part of growing up and even now I do not view our secret games as anything other than a natural consequence of this. There were no males in the convent and the only time we ever saw a man was when various suppliers of foodstuffs and laundry etc made deliveries. We were not allowed to venture too close when such deliveries were made, great effort was made to keep us from the contact of those who were regarded as undesirable.

Sometimes she would stop me suddenly, she would tell me that I must go and that she was tiring of me but this was her way of teasing I think. Other times I would have to lie on my back with my eyes blindfolded as she rubbed herself against me, she would tell me not to move or make a sound, I had to lie perfectly still. She was admired greatly by many of the other girls because she was quite well developed and appeared very confident to us. We all had to perform menial tasks for the older girls such as clean their rooms (we had dorms), their shoes and make tea etc. This was not compulsory and the school did not encourage this practice but it was wise to do as required or one was likely to be shunned and isolated by the older girls if we did not fit in. We were all forbidden to share a bed and one or two girls were punished for breaking this rule, some of the girls found it difficult to be away from home and would seek comfort from others. I never shared my bed but I know that a number of girls used to share and lie facing each other whilst they caressed each other's breasts. Sometimes I would lie in bed trying to see as much as I could in the half-light of the moon but this was rarely a fruitful exercise. The discovery of our own sexuality was a natural part of growing up and even now I do not view our secret games as anything other than a natural consequence of this. There were no males in the convent and the only time we ever saw a man was when various suppliers of foodstuffs and laundry etc made deliveries. We were not allowed to venture too close when such deliveries were made, great effort was made to keep us from the contact of those who were regarded as undesirable.

This was not simply a snobbish perception of working people; the Nuns seemed to think that the Devil was waiting to corrupt us in the guise of a man at any and every opportunity.

There is a popular belief that Nuns swish around in their great long habits totally up tight and repressed; this is not the case at all. Most Nuns are very fun loving, do not always wear their habits and they do have a sexuality, I could evidence this but it is not appropriate to do so.

Any road up, back to the main theme:

In my final year at school I did rather well in my 'A' level exams and was accordingly despatched to Westfield University of London, would you believe it, my college was formerly an all girl college on Finchley road. Our accommodation block, which was on the perimeter of the college, overlooked some of the older London houses, which had been converted into apartments. We saw some very interesting sights from our windows on many occasions; I was on the second floor which had a marvellous view of the long gardens situated at the back of each house.

There was another accommodation block for womyn situated across from the library building which was very popular with those who used the music section of the library. This was due to the fact that the music section overlooked the bedrooms of the womyn who could be seen at various stages of undress, as they awoke midmorning (not uncommon for some to sleep in quite late), the girls never seemed to close their curtains. The men were housed in separate blocks on the campus.

College life was very strange and interesting to me, as I had never been exposed to such a variety of cultures and peoples previously; I was very naieve in many ways. I was amazed by the freedom and liberalism that I encountered, I was also disappointed by the attitudes of men towards womyn. In my early years I was always surrounded by other womyn and I had not encountered any chauvinistic prejudices, I was quite disappointed and dismayed. My natural reticence towards men was no doubt a result of the lack of contact with them in my earlier years, I must confess at that time I was at a loss as to how one should deal with them on a social/sexual level. All of my heroes were (and still are) womyn like Marie Stopes, Georgina Rossetti, Sylvia Plath and some were beautiful Nuns who exuded grace and serenity.

During my first year I made a couple of good friends and life ticked along with the odd break during which I would visit my Mother. During that first year I made a friend who was quite special to me, a love I had but was not to keep.

She was part Malayan and her father was a Scottish soldier who served in Burma after the war, to cap it all she had an Irish name `Colleen`.

Her lineage was not too dissimilar from mine in that we both had Irish blood in our veins and Scottish ancestry too. My Colleen was special and golden to me, she had such beautiful eyes, and a stunningly dark complexion and she had a sensuous beauty. We spent many hours revising together either in her room or mine and we became quite close over that first year.

It was during one of our revision sessions in my room that I had my first mature (for want of a better term) experience with another womyn. We had spent the early evening revising the Pre-Raphaelite movement (Victorian Artists Brotherhood) and in particular those works dealing with the Arthurian legend. We indulged ourselves with a light white wine and soon were gushing over the beauty of the womyn who posed for the paintings (I recommend that you look up the Pre-Raphaelites in the Yahoo Arts search engine, Rossetti). It was an unusually warm evening and I had not realised how much my blood had warmed until I squatted down to retrieve some more wine from under the bed, I was wearing tight fitting jeans and as I was squatting the thick stitching at the zipper pressed heavily onto my bud. The sensation was electric, I could feel myself becoming very excited but also struggled to hide the fact from Colleen who was puzzled by the expression on my face.

I became flushed and was clearly struggling to contain my pleasure at the sensations being created by the stitching, Colleen asked ` what's wrong, you look kind of funny`, I was too embarrassed to say but came out with a feeble cramp in the toe excuse. She just looked at me smiling as I glowed with embarrassment, she started giggling and said `oh yeah, cramp eh` to which I replied no comment hoping that she would assume that the wine was responsible. I opened the window further to try and cool off and regain some composure, we both stood at the window, each with a glass of wine as we looked out over the houses that stood very close by. We began to comment idly about the people within the houses as they went about their business, some watching TV, some reading and some just chatting.

It was about ten PM and one of those dark summer nights when the stars were in clear view but not at all cold, I was feeling rather heady. This was perhaps the result of the wine but I have always loved the warm summer evenings because they tend to keep the blood warmed in a most erotic way.

On previous occasions I had brought myself to orgasm as I looked upon the activity within the houses across the way, I have witnessed so many erotic sights from my room. My writing desk was situated in front of the window and I have on more than one occasion sat in the chair with a cushion between my thighs and against my cunny pretending to read and/or write as I looked furtively out of the window. Sometimes I would rub my mons over the edge of the desk as I leaned forward casually looking out of the window; I would apply gentle pressure against my bud as I leaned over. My favourite method was too use the cushion and squeeze my thighs together as I was being observed by someone from one of the houses, I felt particularly wicked as they had no idea as to what I was doing beneath the table, more often than not I would have to discretely finish myself off with my fingers, it was an electric experience each time I indulged myself, but back to Colleen....

As we continued to look out of the window we observed a young woman as she returned home from an evening out, she casually undressed and we could clearly see her breasts and nipples from our vantage point, then a young man in another house undressed himself with the curtains wide open as he usually did. Later we saw a couple also returning from an evening out and a while later they began to have sex on the garden patio, this got us quite hot especially when he went down on her to taste her delights. I was enthralled by her movement as he pleasured her intensely. We both felt hot and bothered by what we witnessed and withdrew from the window giggling nervously after they had satisfied themselves with each other's touch. Colleen was to stay that night and this frustrated me a little because I was yearning to relieve myself but contented myself that there would be other opportunities.

As it was a single room I only had one bed but sharing was not a problem as we had shared my bed and hers many times previously and there was nothing to it. However, this evening was different because we were both still thinking of what we had seen.

As I lay in bed I could feel the heat of Colleen's body, as she lay partially uncovered, I kept still silently thinking naughty thoughts. I dared not touch myself in case Colleen sensed my movement so I lay there quiet waiting till I fell to sleep.

I'm not sure what time it was but I must have been in the land of Nod when I felt a pressure on my breast, when I realised what it was a wave of intense excitement raced through me.

It was Colleens hand, I tried to continue breathing as I imagined I would if I were asleep, I did not want to alert Colleen to my awakened state but my heart was racing and I was almost to the point of orgasm I was so excited. She slowly placed a finger on my nipple, which was already jutting out rigid through my nightie, I was tempted to respond and let her know that I was awake but I did not wish to end the moment. I was yearning for her to play with my nipples and suck them for me but this was a little impracticable given that she thought I was asleep. She then began to nudge herself closer to me so that her body was touching mine; I could feel her nipple on my arm as her breast was pressing against me through the nightie that I had loaned her. It sounds strange but the fact that she was wearing my nightie added to the eroticism of the moment I could sense that she was shaking nervously as she moved closer and ever so slowly encouraged my nightie to ride up my thighs, then I felt her skin against my thigh as she held her mound against my leg, she had obviously raised her nightie and had been fingering herself because I could feel the sticky wetness on my thigh. I remained still, praying that she did not suspect that I was awake, as she moved away from me slightly and placed a hand on my thigh. She was moving in a discrete way but was obviously rubbing herself as her hand rested on my thigh, then her breathing gave way to a gasp which she tried to restrain but I felt her body tense up as she came. I was almost delirious with lust for her and felt such an exquisite yearning in my cunny, I was soaking wet and could feel my desire oozing between my thighs. Very soon after she got up out of bed and went to the bathroom, I took the opportunity to touch myself but dared not start rubbing in case she caught me when she returned, I held my arm as still as I could but moved my fingers discretely. As she climbed back into bed I rolled over and lay with my back to her, again I discretely squeezed my breasts and nipples but had to stop because I was almost ready to scream with frustration and desire. It occurred to me as I lay there that she may have done this on previous occasions when I had stayed overnight but I had not known or realised it. My mind was racing as I pictured various scenarios in which she would fondle and lick me whilst I was sleeping, I struggled to drop off to sleep but of course did so eventually.

When we awoke next morning I acted as though I had slept like a log and mentioned to Colleen how strong the wine must have been, I was out cold. We had coffee and toast before she had to dash across to the other block and get changed for classes that day. I also recall that I had to launder both nighties that day because they showed evidence of some excited activity, there were tell tale stains indicating the mood of the previous night.

I always remember this event because it was the first time that I ever seriously considered a long-term relationship with another woman. I pleasured myself many times thinking about that night with Colleen but I never once told her that I was awake.

The relationship developed further but I always recall that first encounter, I will perhaps recount other experiences one day but this is the end of this one. Click HERE to Watch Video

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I took her cigarette and stubbed it out on the floor. Then I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. We didn't stop - she knew what I needed.
My first year of college I fell in love with a girl who's parents had a pool table. Every few weeks we'd drive up to their place to do laundry and passed the time playing pool. If her parents knew about us, they didn't let on, and basically left us alone. On one of our visits they went out to dinner, and we stood in the basement with our pile of clothes, already mixed together from the nights we'd spent at the other's place. "I thought they'd never leave," Sara said as she lit a cigarette and opened the beer. I smirked and flipped the tape in the boom box. We were listening to the first Pretenders album and every time my turn came up Sara distracted me by biting my neck or pinching my nipple. "Sorry. Oh, did you mess up" she'd whisper, "Chrissie makes me so-o-o horny." It was driving me crazy. Every time I tried to kiss her, she'd tell me to play my turn, but when my turn was up, she'd grin and ace hers. The delicious torture was working, and I gave up. Her parents had already been gone fifteen minutes and the beer and our start-and-stop make out sessions were wearing on me. I stared at her. "What" I took her cigarette and stubbed it out on the floor. Then I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. We didn't stop - she knew what I needed. Her hands dug in the back pockets of my jeans and cupped my ass, making the seam rub against my clit. I groaned as she pulled away and pushed herself up onto the pool table. I kept kissing her, and unbuttoned her shirt, feeling my heart beat faster. I unclasped her bra and sucked on a nipple - moaning at her enjoyment. I breathed in her scent, and forgot we were in her parent's basement, in our winter layers. Something took over: I had to have her. Sara must have seen it in my eyes and swallowed. "Uh oh." I bit my lip, ignoring her mock terror and reached for her belt, pushing her back on the green felt. "Baby," her voice was raspy, I could hear how much she wanted me. "Baby, should we do it...here" I pulled her up again, kissed her as delicately as I could then looked in her eyes. I'd wanted her all day, wanted to touch her incredible wetness and get lost in her folds. When we kissed, she whimpered, it was the softest thing that had ever escaped her lips. It made my pupils dilate, and I knew I couldn't stop. I had the buttons open and started tugging her jeans and thermals over her hips. Sara lifted off the pool table and never broke our eye contact. I pushed her thighs apart, loving her smell. She gasped when I bit the inside of her thigh and trailed my tongue over her lips to the other leg. Sara's stomach was

heaving and her fingers dug into my sweater. I could tell from her smell and the way that she whispered my name that she needed it. I smoothed her hip with my thumb and with my other hand spread her open. The sounds Sara was making were almost as good as feeling her skin next to mine. I put my thumb on her clit and pressed down, she was dripping wet and I started a slow, steady rhythm that made her gasp. When I finally allowed myself a taste, her hips bucked up off the table, and I had to lean down on them. She was yelling and I was sure her parent's suburban neighbors could hear us in the freezing November night. I slid two hungry fingers in and licked and sucked at her with the slowest rhythm I could. I wanted to make this last, my girl was so delicious. I let Sara's body tell me, harder, faster, now, wait, wait, NOW. I eased the pressure off her hips when came and let her body tell me what to do from there. "Oh." Sara's stomach clenched one last time, and she pushed my hands away. "God, I have never been fucked like that." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek, trembling until her breathing slowed to normal. She kept whispering into my hair, and mentioned something about my turn. I grinned, but walked over to the dryer to switch the load. Then Sara started laughing. "Oh wow that was so hot, but honey that pool table's bad news I think I have felt burn."

Niger Delta Avengers are killing our soldiers — Nigerian Army

     
Nigerian Army has described the Niger Delta Avengers as criminals, vowing to crush them. The Chief of Army Staff, Major General Tukur Buratai who spoke after commissioning an apartment for soldiers and a giant size generating set at the 2 Amphibious Brigade in Port Harcourt said the army will not fold its hands and allow the groups to continue to kill its soldiers on locations in the region.

Major General Buratai also called on communities in the region to help the military fish out members of the Niger Delta Avengers in their midst. “They have been attacking our troop locations, killing our soldiers. We will not tolerate them.

We will deal with them according to the law. We will look for them wherever they are. They are not agitating for anything , they are just into crime. Communities should be patriotic enough to expose these criminals.

They have noting to fear. They should help fish out these criminals killing our soldiers, we will not tolerate that. They must come out to help.

They have noting to fear. Everybody, every Nigerian should expose these criminals. They have noting to fear,“ he said.

Earlier, the Chief of Defence Staff, General Gabriel Olonisakin, had commissioned 12 refurbished gunboats at Okrika local government area and a 40 bed space apartment for soldiers in the area. General Olonisakin who was accompanied by other service chiefs to the exercise said security agencies will no longer allow criminals destroy national assets in the region.

EFCC gets first petition to probe Goodluck Jonathan

     
The Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) yesterday formally received a petition asking the agency to probe ex-President Goodluck Jonathan on the alleged mismanagement of $2.1billion released to the Office of the National Security Adviser (ONSA) for arms purchase.

The petition is also requesting the EFCC to invite Jonathan for interrogation on why he made N400million public funds available to a former National Publicity Secretary of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP), Chief Olisa Metuh, for personal and private party use.

It was the first petition the EFCC will formally receive demanding the investigation of Jonathan.

According to findings, the May 24, 2016 petition came from a former member of the Enugu State House of Assembly, Ikenna Ejezie, through his counsel, Barrister Osuagwu Ugochukwu.

Both President Muhammadu Buhari and the Attorney-General of the Federation and Minister of Justice, Mallam Abubakar Malami, were copied the petition.

The petition reads: “We are solicitors to Hon. Ikenna Ejezie hereinafter called our client and with you as he has instructed.

“Our client is requesting you to, in the public interest, invite ex-President Goodluck Jonathan for questioning and possible prosecution over his role in the misuse of $2.1billion through the Office of the National Security Adviser (Col. Sambo Dasuki rtd) and disbursement of N400million funds to Olisa Metuh for personal and private political party use.

“Our client notes that Dasuki had stated severally whilst in your commission that the $2.1billion was authorized for disbursement by ex-President Goodluck Jonathan for arms purchase, but later turned out to be for selfish purpose.

Olisa Metuh also had admitted that former President Goodluck Jonathan transferred and/ or authorized release of N400million public funds to his account for political campaign of Jonathan rather than for public interest.

“Our client informed us that the confession of Olisa Metuh is contained in his criminal statement with the EFCC.

“Our client is thus shocked that in spite of the implication of ex-President Jonathan in the current prosecution of Metuh and Dasuki, the former President has not been invited for his statement to be taken nor has he been prosecuted by the EFCC as co-accused/ defendant.

“Our client herewith requests that the ex-President be invited for questioning and to commence prosecution as he was the one who did authorize the disbursement of the $2.1billion and N400million public funds that were illegally abused and misappropriated by Dasuki and Metuh who are both standing trial in various courts in Abuja.

“Our client demands that this request be responded to within seven days from the receipt of this letter and as quickly as possible.”

The ex-President had on Monday told The Nation that he was not on exile and won’t run away from any problem.

He said: “I am not on exile. I have no cause to go on exile. I was Vice President for two years and President for six years. I did everything I could and I served my country well”.

A former Minister of National Planning, Prof. Suleiman Olanrewaju Abubakar, also quoted Jonathan as saying: “I am not on exile; I can never be on exile; I am going to come back to Nigeria.

“I cannot run away from any problem; I am going to face whatever problem that exists in Nigeria.”

When contacted, a top source at the EFCC said: “We have received a copy of the letter from the affected individual, and it will be treated on its merit. Normally, once anyone drops a letter or a petition, we subject it to our due procedure of whether it has any merit or not.

“From what we have, what was sent to us was based on media reports. Those who brought the letter have not disclosed any fact yet.

“So far, they have to come up with more evidence. We will certainly demand for concrete evidence against the ex-President from the aggrieved who wrote us. And it is strange that a petitioner or an individual will have to give the EFCC a deadline to do its work.”

REVEALED: The real reasons why PDP governors dumped Ali Modu Sheriff as National Chairman

     
Fresh facts emerged yesterday on why the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) Governors had to dump Alhaji Ali Modu Sheriff as National Chairman at the May 21 convention ground in Port Harcourt, The Nation newspaper reports

A high ranking chieftain who gave an insight into why the governors fell out with Sheriff, revealed that the governors had settled for Sheriff as chairman based on promises he made to finance the party’s 2019 presidential campaign with N40 billion.

He was also said to have promised the governors that he would deploy five private jets for the party’s electioneering campaign in 2019.

The PDP chieftain, who is a key stakeholder in the North East zone, however said the governors started to suspect Sheriff’s motives a few days to the May 21 convention.

The party chief, who spoke with our source yesterday on condition of anonymity, said the governors later found that Sheriff had sold them a dummy.

Said the source: “Contrary to his promise to fund the party, they discovered that the ex-PDP chair was spending the party’s lean resources on the few party activities he held during his tenure.

“Sheriff also exploited the ambition of some of the party’s sitting governors, particularly the governors in the southern states, to become the party’s vice presidential candidate in 2019.

“The ex-party chairman had approached five of the governors in separate secret meetings with promises of the party’s 2019 vice presidential ticket, with him as presidential candidate.

“The truth is that some of the governors actually fell for it and they were already scheming along with him without knowing there were five of them fighting for the same ticket.”

The source further revealed that it was during a recent interaction at a critical meeting that the governors discovered that Sheriff had indeed promised five of them the party’s vice presidential ticket.

“The governors were alarmed when they found that Sheriff had sold them a dummy. It dawned on them that Sheriff had wanted to transmute from chairman to the party’s presidential candidate along the line”.

The party chieftain said it was then that the governors realised that the N40 billion and five campaign jets promised by Sheriff were a bait to become chairman and presidential candidate.

But in a swift reaction, Sheriff said the allegations against him were far fetched and that the governors themselves know the truth.

His Media Adviser, Mr. Inuwa Bwala, who spoke to our source on the telephone yesterday, said the governors were only being clever by half.

According to him, virtually all the PDP governors from the south were scheming to become vice presidential candidate in the 2019 election, and it was the scrabble for the ticket that tore them apart.

He refuted the claim that Sheriff did not spend his personal resources on the party, insisting that all the governors, except the Rivers State Governor, Nyesom Wike, who also has a plane at his disposal, made use of Sheriff’s private jets on one occasion or the other.

Bwala said: “Almost all the governors from the South want to be Vice President in 2019, and that was the source of the conflict. It was this bitter struggle that brought the party to its present situation.

“And if they were expecting to get N40 billion from Sheriff just to make him chairman, then they have lost the moral ground to complain for not getting the money as easily as they had wished. They should wait until Sheriff himself is ready to tell the entire story exactly the way it is.”

Commenting on the lingering crisis, another party source told our source that it was a court case filed against the party with Sheriff as one of the plaintiffs that finally broke the camel’s back.

A few days to the botched Port Harcourt convention, Sheriff and two members of the party’s sacked National Working Committee (NWC) had approached a court in Lagos to halt the convention.

Plaintiffs in the suit were the ex-National Secretary, Prof. Adewale Oladipo; ex National Auditor, Adewole Adeyanju and Sheriff. The suit specifically sought to stop election into the offices of National Secretary, National Auditor and National Chairman.

The plaintiffs had averred that their tenure would not be expiring until 2018 and that their positions were not vacant.

But when the governors and other party stakeholders confronted Sheriff on the suit, he claimed that his name was included as one of the plaintiffs without his consent, a claim that the party chiefs took with a pinch of salt.

“That showed the governors the red light. They discovered at the last minute that they were dealing with a man that was ready to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds at the same time”, the party source said.

Nigeria develops pesticide to fight 'Tomato Ebola' Tuta Absoluta

      
The Federal Ministry of Science and Technology has developed a pesticide agent that is very effective against the new tomato Pest-Tuta Absoluta which has recently ravaged tomato farms in Nigeria and has been of great concern to the nation.

The Minister of Science and Technology, Dr. Ogbonnaya Onu, made this disclosure in Abuja yesterday when he received in audience a delegation from Kids-Fest.

According to the minister, an agency under his ministry- The National Institute for Chemical Technology (NARICT), Zaria developed the pesticide agent, using natural resources available in the country.

Dr. Onu further opined that the pesticide is a ready solution to the rampaging pests and there is no reason whatsoever to “go outside the country to import a solution”.

It is the view of the minister that the development of the pesticide agent and the expected mass production by industrialists and support from other sources will make Nigeria contribute to food security in Nigeria, Africa and the world.

The Ministry of Science and Technology, according to the minister, is always ready to provide necessary support to all sectors of the economy in the sustained effort to promote national development.

Earlier on, the National Project Coordinator of Kids-Fest Nigeria, Prince Paul Ikonne, had informed the minister that the Kids-Fest Foundation is part of a global project which was founded by a German woman named Sussane Prahl in Sarajevo shortly after the ethnic crisis that rocked that part of the world over a decade ago.

It has since become a global brand that promotes social integration of children through various events designed for children to mingle, share useful ideas, learn new skills, exhibit their creative talents and generally entertain themselves and the society at large from their innocent and free spirited viewpoints.

The Nigeria edition is scheduled to hold in Abuja this August and the minister assured the delegation of the support of the ministry in ensuring the realization of the laudable objectives of Kids-Fest Nigeria.

First sex in front of mama and daddy? This is what they do!

   
There are many strange traditions in various parts of the world. This family from Singapore practices one of the oddest. Learn what the whole family does on the first wedding night.
For most of us sex is a private experience, especially the first one. That is not what this family believes! They think the first act is special and very important. So, the whole family gathers up on the first wedding night to be present in the bedroom.

While the young couple is making love, they sit or stand there and watch them carefully. Some of the older members may even intrude into the process and guide the young and inexperienced youths through it.

The photo is real and it was taken by the uncle of the newly married boy. You can find at least 5 other people present at the scene. Here is what the uncle says:

“While most people may consider it odd, for our family there is nothing more proud than celebrating a son, brother or nephew having sex for the first time.”

“We see it as the last step on the long journey to adulthood, and it’s also a special chance to witness the moment that a new life is formed.”

They also say such an act is not the first one in their family. It has taken place before. Here is what he has to say:

“I felt nervous having my family there to accompany me, and also give me guidance on how to proceed. At first I had trouble entering my girlfriend, but my mother suggested I take things more slowly and relax, and I was able to eventually slip it in.”

The finishing phrase on this first sex will knock you off your feet!

“I snapped the photo right at the moment before he came, and it was truly a beautiful scene.”

Will you marry an hausa-fulani?

 
Will you marry a hausa-fulani in Nigeria of today, given the growing violent and bl**dy confrontations across the country between Fulani herdsmen and farming communities? Will you advise your friend, brother, sister or child to marry outside your tribe? What do you think of inter-tribal marriage in Nigeria? Is it safe? Does it work? Is inter-tribal marriage better than marrying from within your tribe? What are the advantages and disadvantages of marrying outside your tribe and marrying within your tribe?