CHAPTER TWO
It had been a good summer for Bob Foy. Business had never been better. And his beautiful wife had never been hotter. She was such a fragrant and juicy delight in her wanton bed-manners. He was lucky. Some guys who came to him in his" capacity as a marriage counselor had wives who were sexually crippled. Couldn't c*m. Grew angry at any suggestion of oral s*x.
"The only time I can get into my old lady's cunt is when I try to suck her out," one client had said. "Or ask her to do a little sixty-nine. She give me a fast f**k as the lesser of two evils."
Man, that was sad. Bob Foy, sitting in his office, smiled as he thought of his own good fortune. But he had his problems, too. After eighteen ears of marriage that was only natural. Even the most s*x-oriented couple will some day
