CHAPTER EIGHT
Throughout our association with Marsha, Frank and I managed to find some time for ourselves. One of the things we did was correspond with swingers from out-of-state, swapping letters and photos of lewd acts. We got to feel like we actually knew some of these people, even though we'd never met them in the flesh.
One couple in particular had caught our fancy. They were known as the Masked Marvels.
No, I'm not joking. Their last name was Marvel, they were from El Paso, Texas, and they wore masks in the otherwise revealing photographs they sent us.
They seemed somewhat older than us. However, what they had on us in age, and lacked in facial identity, were more than made up by their dynamite bodies.
Ruth Marvel had big t**s that didn't seem to have a sagging muscle in them. I
