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Frank pulled from her, sitting up on the edge of her bed. "You know
that's out of the question, Sherri. We've gone over it enough. I can't
marry you or any woman. At least not for a few more years."

"Oh, Frank," Sherri protested, getting to her knees behind him. She
pushed the soft mat of her pussy-hair against his back. "Cindy is going
to grow up one of these days, meet a nice guy, and you're going to be all
alone. Then what are you going to do? Just don't come around me with your
tongue hanging out, wagging your hard-on."

He pulled her around onto his lap, kissing her. "I thought it was you
that never wanted to get married. What's changed your mind?"