CHAPTER FIVE
Janet Foy wanted to take special pains with dinner on that particular night. It wasn't just because she had hopped into bed with a stranger and f****d him and herself into a state of dumbstruck euphoria. Nor was it guilt. At least she didn't think so.
It was just that Robert always seemed so sweet, such a beautiful person, after one of these s*x sessions began. And, of course, while it continued.
She was beautiful as she sailed and swirled about the kitchen. Her breasts continued to be larger than their day-by-day opulence. There was a warmth and an itchy sweetness in her richly furred p***y, too. Even the light perspiration she felt under her arms, between her legs, and beneath her breasts seemed sweet in her mind.
And she loved what she was doing, too. Being good to her
