wewe pull up to your house, an saa and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t nyumbani to realize wewe didn’t come straight nyumbani after school. To be honest, wewe never actually went. wewe spent the siku in your lover’s arms, not moving from the kitanda except for that saa long kuoga wewe took. wewe close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across wewe face as wewe think of the way she touched you. wewe blush, thinking of the way she made wewe come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time wewe didn’t have to fake your...