"Of course," Sharon lied.
Sharon wigged as an intense gush of feeling went through her like a whitehot poker. She could feel her wet pussy throbbing with an empty ache. God, how she needed a big dick to fill her hungry pussy.
"Why the hell do I have to support her?" Doug asked, beginning again the same argument that had been going on for two hours. Ever since Sharon had dropped the bombshell that her sister was going to have to move in with them.
"She's my sister," Sharon said patiently. "She had to go someplace."
"But why in the hell does it have to be my house?" Doug asked.
Sharon didn't answer. She had lived with Doug long enough to know his true feelings. Doug wasn't mad about having to support Stacy. He didn't need the money because he made enough at his plumbing job to support a much bigger family. He could have retired that afternoon and still had enough to keep them comfortably for the rest of their lives.
Nor was he worried about room, for they lived in a highclass residential neighborhood in a big brick house with more rooms than they needed. Stacy wouldn't be a hardship as far as money and room went.
Sharon understood what was really bothering Doug. He had always been a very private person. He shared few of Sharon's active interests, and he only tolerated her friends. He enjoyed being by himself and working with his hands. He disliked social gatherings that Sharon made him attend.
He had been that way in school when Sharon had first started going out with him. All of Sharon's friends were shocked to see them together. Sharon was the most popular girl in school and she was constantly asked out. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and prom queen for three years running. Everyone said she was a laughing, fun girl.
Doug was completely different. He was a dull person. He played linebacker for the school football team but even his steady playing didn't make him any more popular. He was from a poor family and he had more brothers and sisters than he could count. Doug and Sharon just didn't fit together.