The Maimic Drillionaire

Chapter 68

Winter was heavy in the air with wisp cold wind that easily wet his ears and looking out to prison inmates playing basketball at the court amidst innumerable murmuring.

Mr. Fanny could see the day was white out and could remain thus in the days to come; regrettably his night would be featured with fantasies about his wife; her mind-pumping gorgeous body that commanded lasting erections to his penis whenever he earned the chance to behold her full nakedness.

In those days that Mr. Fanny was denied opportunity to bathe with her, he would stay back in the room, lay still in the bed, and await his momentary naked wife to dash out from the bathroom, lustfully looking attractive like mermaid that lost her way.

Smart and calculative, Mrs. Fanny would disappoint her beholder by stepping out of the bathroom with a towel tied across her bust, and in few of such drama, when Mr. Fanny lacked the audacity to solicit for her nakedness, she only gave him the opportunity to steal a stare at her hea