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Aaash...ooosh...aaash...ride on faster... Yes... faster...I want to squirt...yes...praaaaaaaise the lord...give it to me baby...aaaassh...yeeees...I like it....you are almost close...faster....oh great... I cursed the day I experienced this pleasure in some minutes of leisure. If I knew this ecstasy will be the driving force arousing the thought of me committing suicide, I wouldn't have entertained that fool.
Anyways, he can't be blamed wholly since I also enjoyed his manliness. Even though I was naive, and it was my first, the pleasure I had from that moment wasn't a bad one at all despite it's current repercussion .
I loved God, and anything relating to him was the first on my scale of preference. I was a teenager when I was appointed as one of the core leaders of my church's women's fellowship. It was a privilege for someone as young as me to be made a leader amongst a group of adults that consisted of seventy-six members, I somewhat deserved it. I was so committed to the activities of the church that everyone tipped me to be the future head of the church.
My family wasn't in abject poverty though , we could afford three squared meal but the family's wealth wasn't enough to enrolled me at the university to an extent that I had to sign up for part-time and full-time jobs; even with that, because I had to report on Saturdays which was also slated for choir...