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Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading “the good life”, enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our life-style.
Hope Baker is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband’s increasing neglect lead her into acts which she never dreamed she was capable of. With each day she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
MAKING MRS. ROBINSON is a novel about this woman-a novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society’s prohibitions.
Hope Baker, twenty-two and married six months, was feeling the first panic as a wife. Oh, God, was the honeymoon over? She flipped the long, unruly mop of her silky blonde hair over her shoulder as she crouched between her husband’s naked thighs.
Paul was starting to snore, his handsome profile on the pillow. A tingle of desire swept through the horny young bride as she gazed at her naked husband. She had fallen in love with him on their first date almost a year ago. A happy, six-month courtship followed, then the wedding. And the whole last year had been sheer bliss; at least until this evening.
Maybe I’m making too much out of this, she told herself as her blue eyes traveled down the length of his uncovered body. The lusty tingles intensified as Hope stared at his prick and balls. Even in sleep, Paul’s giant cock was impressive. At full, throbbing erection, his cock was nine inches long and as thick as a baseball bat. Well, almost, she grinned, recalling she had measured it on their wedding night.
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