Keisha's hot box had been simmering all night after their phone sex. She woke up in the morning happy, horny and with a soaked chocha. It wasn't routine for Keisha to arrive to work early on her housing unit. Usually she was a few minutes late, but the excitement to come to work and taste her delicious husband overruled her.
True love has always been motivating.
After yard movement, she went in his cell to put the fire out they started the night before. Only his water could put the fire out. She undressed so fast that you would have thought it was a circus trick.
Her heart was racing as if she was on her favorite roller coaster. His heart had already transferred so much blood to his penis that it had extra girth. They frantically kissed and caressed each other's hot spots. She bought him to an oral orgasm, and he induced her to a clitoral climax. She could only be appeased by his extinguisher.. She assumed her favorite position, on all fours. Encouraging him to rummage all through her vagina canal, finding is way deep in her matrix, which is what she demanded. Then he placed her on her back and put a pillow under her butt. He got between her legs and bent her thighs against her chest, Mike had his hands hooked under her shoulders as he pumped her as hard as he could, It pleased her a little but hurt a lot, so she let him know. He removed the pillow from beneath her and made passionate love to her in missionary while kissing her. Mrs. Johnson felt his sincere love in his kissing and lovemaking. They were accomplishing the highest achievement of lovemaking, simultaneously peaking during their engagements.
That night they had a fruitful conversation about business. It was agreed upon to expand her hair salon to a unisex salon. Also, they agreed to start one in Atlantic City. After discussing the red
tape, licenses, paperwork, they talked about the numbers, the money. She was already an established business owner in Trenton, so expanding would be a cakewalk. Mike Mike's father had been home for about five years now. An old gangster who had supreme ties to the mayor and three councilmen in A.C., so he would handle the permits. Keisha underestimated her husband's business aspirations and how much bread he had saved up.
Mike wasn't your average 'poop-butt' prisoner just running his mouth. He was serious in the streets, and now he would be serious as a square businessman, What she didn't know was way before he caught his case; he gave twenty trusted professional family members sixty thousand dollars a piece. They were school teachers, nurses, supervisors, and business owners in different states throughout the country. It was commanded that they were
to take ten grand for themselves and gradually deposit fifty grand into their bank accounts. This was his get away and/or emergency money. Keisha put up fifty grand for her expansion, and he put up one hundred and twenty-five thousand.
A hundred grand for the salon in Atlantic City and the remaining twenty-five was to be her partner as well as running both spots. When his sister put the money in her hand, her respect for her husband skyrocketed. Mrs. Johnson was used
to most dudes in prison and on the streets bluffing.
"Dang boy, I didn't know you could get your hands on this type of money, I should have asked for more money for my dowry." She said in amazement.
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Reformed Prisoner
RandomThis fiction is about a prisoner who psychoanalyzes himself and achieves reformation. He also exhorts his friends and associates in prison to reform. He finds his soulmate in the lady officer who ran his housing unit. They get married and have a gre...
