"There's more to marriage than fucking, Sherri," he said. "But I don't understand. We both have the same problem, you know."

"Not quite," she said, licking at his nipple. "I can handle Tommy, but Cindy has you wrapped around her little finger. I'm surprised she allows you to date me."

"She likes you," Frank said. "You're the first woman I've dated that Cindy has ever liked."

"But not enough to give her approval for a wedding, right?"

"That's it, Sherri," he said, fondling her tit. "And you'll never get Tommy's approval, either. I'm afraid we've spoiled those two rotten, and now we pay for it."

"I still say I can handle my son," she insisted, but she wasn't so sure. "Tommy has been used to my full attention, I know, just as Cindy is with yours. But if we talked to them, explained how we felt, maybe they'd come around."

"The only thing that's coming between us is my cock in your wet cunt, and you know it." It was all too true, Sherri did know.

Sadly, she watched Frank dress and leave. Alone, she turned over to face the wall, feeling miserable. She left the light on, not bothering to turn it off. She felt like crying.

She had dated Frank almost from the first when he and his daughter moved into the house next door. They had hit it off immediately, and within four hours of knowing each other, they had been inside a motel room, devouring each other with hunger. Their talk of marriage hit a brick wall from the start. Neither his son, Tommy, nor Frank's daughter, Cindy, wanted them to marry.

Sherri had never been married. Tommy was the result of an affair with a film producer when she had hopes of becoming an actress. Initially, she had small parts in a few low-budget horror films. When Sherri thought she was ready for more important roles, she had been rebuffed.