He called me a pretender, a good pretender he said, a teacher to be precise a year back was when it all happened at a well rather famous place at the secondary school I finished from, surprised! Yes, i wasn't sure by what he meant as a pretender but I knew it was no compliment, He went on blabbering about how I pretend to be what I ain't then it all became clear, I understood what he's saying or at least what he's trying to say and the destination he's trying to reach, my lower face did the trick and a smile was all I gave, well I don't pretend I said trying as much as I could not to say much due to the age difference between us but all the same he still insisted on his assumptions,it sounded funny and annoying in a way, I've thought of a thousand hurtful words to say to him but I kept them to my self.

  when he was done speaking what he thought was my true nature I smiled and let him be,I've got nothing to lose and nothing to gain by arguing over something I knew wasn't true, it was a sorry excuse of an attack on my personality and character which I think I've heard and been accused of far worst then what he said. it didn't matter back then,it don't matter now for all the places I've been ,all the grounds I've marched on there's always a soul or two that says bad against me ,it sounds poetic but that's the truth,some are my so called friends while some I don't even they existed. 

  I felt pity for them,sometimes I tried to forget there miserable ways and forgive there acts which I've done, to much of my delight I'll love to make them pay or at least deny all they say but for what?, I know who I am now and who I was then and who I'm hoping to be tomorrow, to justify what has already been deemed wrong in the eyes of others is a waste of precious time for they are already blinded by there own words, they believe what they want to believe not the truth or the lie but what they think is right. 

  In the end the only thing that matters is what I think about my self and not of other's besides  they've taught me not to care about there say or talks, they're as good as a leaking bucket holding water. 

That's the spot baby, oh yes baby. Vrrrrrrmmm(Alarm clock begins to vibrate) waking Natasha up from her sleep and putting an end to her fantasy dream. damn it,she cursed. Why now? of all time,I was just about to climax she added. oh well what's done is done I better hit the shower. she showered and also tried to forget last night's dream,it was one hell of a wet dream with all her dirty little longings coming into play,she shook her head effortlessly trying to get rid of the image but nothing, in fact it seems to be building up a desire in her guts, a primal urge or better more lust,she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she surrendered to the calling of her horniness. she moved her thighs together trying to satisfy her already dripping cunt but it only seems to get her more aroused. she could feel her two melons getting full and her sensitive suckle point getting harder. Natasha was about introducing pamel and pame( left and right hands) to her aroused body before she heard a noise from the kitchen. she stood up and moved stealthily to the kitchen with a machete in her left hand as a weapon for defence if the need arises. she got to the kitchen and saw her kitchen turned upside down as if a tornado happened in there but no one was there. she shrieked in fear and moved to the living room  with her heart beating as fast as ever,she reached the living room but no one was there also but before she could turn around and hand held her firmly by the wrist and pushed her to the wall, she squirmed and kicked but his hold was strong. He pressed a hand on her boobs and ravaged it with his touch. Natasha felt something hard against her bum, she realized it could only mean one thing. The hard thing she's feeling is his manhood begging to be released and plunged into my glory, she thought. He welcomed his free hand before she could even finish thinking, he made His way to her defenceless bum down to her glory, she shrieked as he touched her glory, he kept the movement going repeating a circle rhythm around her glory sending jolts of pleasure to her brain, she moaned even though she's a captive in her own home. she couldn't help but get aroused by the mysterious man.  few minutes later she felt his hard manhood throbbing at the gate of her glory before burying it into her. Her legs began to shake at the size of it. Natasha knew she should protest, it's wrong but her body has taken control over her. He ate her rough like a newly baked bread from the oven with his thrusts growing ever faster and harder. Within a few minutes he came bursting his juices into her. Satisfied and lost in his climax he left her wrist. Now free she swiftly took her machete and used the blunt side to strike him down with all her strength that he became unconscious. 

Moral of the story:konji na bastard