The Streets Keep Calling by Chunichi

For the first time I was able to see a little disappointment in him.
    â€œSo how are things with you and Maria now?”
    â€œNot so good. I’ve only seen my kids once since I’ve gotten home. She won’t even let me talk to them. She’s on some bullshit.”
    â€œMan, you should be able to have a relationship with your kids, though,” I added while shaking my head. “Hmm, I can’t stand it when the mother doesn’t let the father see his kids. There are so many deadbeat dads out there, she should be happy to have a man who actually wants to take care of his children. Why won’t she allow you to see your children? Did you do something to her?” I probed in an attempt to understand the situation better.
    â€œNo. I’ve always been a good husband and father. With the exception of me getting locked up, I honestly don’t know what her issue with me is,” he replied.
    â€œWell, sounds to me like she’s just trying to be spiteful. It’s just not right.” I sighed, feeling sorry for Breeze.
    â€œDeep down, my kids know that I love them. But enough about me, tell me a little about you, Ms. Tanisha,” Breeze said, quickly changing the subject. “So, do you have any little ones running around?” he inquired.
    â€œNo. I put college and my career first. I figured marriage and kids would come later. To be honest, I’ve only ever been in one serious relationship.”
    â€œOh, okay. So I got a good girl on my hands. I’ll take that.”
    â€œYes, I am.” I giggled.
    â€œTell me about where you came from.”
    â€œI grew up in Augusta, Georgia. My God-fearing parents have been married for thirty-one years. I am the epitome of the good-girl image. I was in church every Sunday, received all As, attended Hampton University, and have my MBA. Since eighteen, I’ve been working for banks off and on, so I decided to stay in the profession. I love numbers. Most of all, I love money,” I giggled.
    For the next hour we talked, laughed, and joked. It was like we were old friends. It was amazing how we grew up totally different, yet we had so much in common. We both loved old-school comedy, ate dark meat only, and hated Maria’s attitude. The time went by so fast. Before leaving, I made sure I gave Breeze my number. Then I sent him a text a few hours later after I got back to the bank. I really enjoyed lunch, and I was definitely looking forward to seeing him again.

Chapter 7
Pockets Getting Fatter Breeze
    â€œMake it clap!” Trixy insisted, shaking her ass in front of me while I was trying to watch an episode of Martin on DVD. That dude was hilarious.
    I had to admit, though, her ass was becoming more and more phat courtesy of the multitude of backshots from me. She was making me want to give her another demonstration. After no reaction from me, a disappointed Trixy went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. This girl was very particular how she wanted her house to be. If I let a crumb hit the carpet, it would soon become a heated war with the living room being the battlefield.
    As Trixy finished drying the last fork, I came up behind her. I quickly dropped her shorts to the floor. Then I ripped her G-string off of her. I spun her around, lifted her body, and placed her on the counter in one motion. She didn’t hesitate to open her legs. I threw my face between her thighs and sucked Trixy’s clit while massaging her nipples.
    â€œDamn it, Breeze, I love it when you take this pussy,” she whispered while clenching the ends of the refrigerator. Within minutes, she came. Her pussy was so wet that it soaked her inner thighs. My dick was hard and ready to enter. Trixy knew what position I preferred, so without hesitation she turned around to face the refrigerator. I eased my way into her pussy.
    â€œHarder, fuck me, harder,” she chanted over and over again. I granted her request. We both came at the same