When it comes to sexual instinct and observing protocol in the sack, Jennifer's boyfriend is slower than a green on an unkempt golf course. Often times the frustrated Jennifer wished she could shove a putter up his ass, take a two-stroke penalty and call it a day. But she'd always hold her instincts at bay and regret it later. Jennifer was being too kind and her shrewish girlfriends battery operated practitioners all of them weren't so charitable and advised her of such. Jennifer needed to strike back, they told her. And the game plan would have to be swift, cunning and merciless. It would ... Show more