About this book
My wife let me get her off and then told me to go jerk off somewhere else.
It's three in the morning. The house is asleep. I'm downstairs with scotch and a dead-end evening, trying not to think about the fact that I can't remember the last time Erin let me finish. She's gorgeous, she knows it, and apparently that's supposed to be enough.
Then her daughter's best friend walks into the kitchen in a pink nightshirt and not much else, says she heard everything through the walls, and asks if I need help.
She's nineteen. She's a cam girl. She calls me sir.
I'm a good man. A faithful husband. The kind of guy whose daughter plays his vow-renewal speech for her friends.
But it's very late, and she's very close, and the counter is right there.
You already know what kind of book this is.
