It's a boy! Your hot wife Maria is sitting on an armchair in a tight, plunging jumpsuit leaving little to the imagination. The way that fabric hugs her curves... But wait! She shouldn't be smoking! At least not while she's pregnant - and with your 'I called the doctor,' she confesses, one deep drag from her long Marlboro, 'and it's a boy!' She had to know, she says. And now that that's out of the way she has to smoke. Why? Maria doesn't want her baby growing up to be a loser like his step-dad. She wants him to be popular, assertive - and what better way to guarantee that than by smoking, hi...

It's a boy! Your hot wife Maria is sitting on an armchair in a tight, plunging jumpsuit leaving little to the imagination. The way that fabric hugs her curves... But wait! She shouldn't be smoking! At least not while she's pregnant - and with your 'I called the doctor,' she confesses, one deep drag from her long Marlboro, 'and it's a boy!' She had to know, she says. And now that that's out of the way she has to smoke. Why? Maria doesn't want her baby growing up to be a loser like his step-dad. She wants him to be popular, assertive - and what better way to guarantee that than by smoking, him in her smoke, making sure he is born already addicted? 'It's either my way or we get a divorce,' Maria finishes her smoke and is ready for another x