His name was Mister Furkarty and the girls in the typing pool called him Mister Fukky because he was quite adamant that they make no mistakes on his o...ficial correspondence or they would be reported as deficient in accuracy right on the spot. I noticed that several of the girls just smiled and pretended that they were not affected and I was more curious about that fact than anything else being said in the discussion about his elusive management style.One of the less pretty girls from the typing. 'He thanks them for coming, he wishes them good luck, he charges them $50 and he says good bye.The next week, the same couple returns and asks the sex therapist to watch again. The sex therapist is a bit puzzled, but agrees.This happens several weeks in a row.The couple makes an appointment, has intercourse with no problems, pay the doctor, then leave.Finally, after 3 months of this routine, the doctor says, 'I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?'The man says,. I did as requested and laid down face down I glanced up and her navel was millimetres from my face, Mmm I thought as I smelled the freshness of her skin. I hung my hands over the side and felt her leg as she walked past and put a small towel over my bare arse, I closed my eyes and relaxed as she started to run her oily hands up and down my legs while we made small talk every now and again but in the main it was silent apart from the sound of ocean waves coming from the CD player.As her hands. Burt never looked so good and there was something magnetic about him, something I realized Val had had when he came out and hooked up with Bev. When Burt told me we were going back to his cave, there was nothing I could have done to stop him, even if I'd wanted to. As we walked away from the kids and he put his hand on my butt and squeezed, I wanted to fall on my back right there and let him claim me.I felt better than ever before when I woke up from my nap in the cave. I'd had my.