"So?" Ernie was pouring himself another drink. "I don't like leaving you now and going home to Frank."

"It's better for Frank, though, isn't it? I warm you up, then you beat it over to his bed. I'll bet by the time he rams you, you're hotter than a fucking two-dollar pistol."

"That's a lousy thing to say!"

Ernie swallowed his drink and shrugged. "Oh, what the hell!"

"Hey, look, Ernie, I'm sorry. Okay?"

"Sure, sure, okay. I'll fix you a drink before you go."

"Thanks." Jennie rescued her makeup from her bag and began to repair her face and hair while he poured her some scotch over ice.

"Here."

"Thanks again," she said, taking the drink and snuggling back into the bed beside his naked body. "You know I should have married you instead of Frank."

"I know you should have," Ernie smiled. "Why didn't you?"

"I don't know. I guess he just got here first." She spread her legs and showed him her bare pussy beneath the dress.

"It's just as well," Ernie said, licking his lips at the sight of his cum dripping from between her cunt lips and feeling yet a third tremor that afternoon in his big dick. "You wouldn't approve of all the other women I fuck around with if I were your husband. This way, we both have our fun and nobody gets hurt."

Jennie took a long sip from her glass and stared into his eyes. "That's what I want to talk to you about."

"What? All the other women I fuck?"

"No. My daughter, Louise."

"What about her?" Her hairy pussy seemed to be winking at him now through the cock-cream. It was hard to keep his mind on what she was saying.

"Well, she's about to get fucked, if she hasn't already."

"So, I don't want, her fucked up like I was, by an amateur in the back seat of a car."

"I told you my brother was a lousy fuck before you fucked him!"

"I know. But you're not, Ernie. You're a great fuck. That's why I want you to be Louise's first."