Conjugal Visit

The benefit to having Jabo cooperate to a state charge in California was that it was the only state that still allowed conjugal visits.

It took a little maneuvering. Jabo and Katie had to be part of a 'domestic partnership', which meant that she and Peter were indeed platonic. And every few months, Katie and Jabo got to cohabitate in a little trailer, with their son, Jermaine Jr., snoozing in the next room.

Katie was waxed and manicured and pedicured, and absolutely immaculate. She wore a white teddy, almost bridal in nature, that made her heavy milk-filled DDs look even larger. Her thighs were spread wantonly wide, and her heels locked around her man's ass, capturing him within her, her tight cunt wetly massaging his huge shaft.

"Oh you fuckin' hot slut," Jabo grunted. "You fuckin' bitch." He'd always bear a grudge, she knew. She was the reason he wasn't totally free. But he also knew Vasquez was closer than Jabo had thought, and perhaps things happened for a reason.

"That's it Daddy," Katie whined. "Fuck your bitch. Fuck your seed into your bitch. Give me a family for you to come home to." That thought ... of breeding this bitch throughout the next seven years, giving her a brood for that limp-dicked white boy to raise ... that overcame him. He grunted, his asshole twitching violently as he started to cum, filling the perfect brunette beauty with potent seed.