CHAPTER FOUR
As he always did, Bob Foy helped Irene Benson to get into her clothes. It didn't take long and it gave the scene an intimacy which was part of his treatment. Women who came to marriage counselors usually needed attention.
It also gave him another chance to kiss around her lovely, fragrant p***y, but only as a parting gesture.
She balanced herself by resting her hand lightly on his head, smiling at her own thoughts. When he kissed deep into the blonde tangle of hair just at the edge of her thick cunt flaps, she shuddered in uncontrollable bliss. Her ties to the earth and to the sweet demands of her body never seemed so strong and perfect as just after a rousing f**k.
"I love you so, Bobby-boy," she whispered, thrusting her crotch at his flushed face. "My dashing, dignified-
