AUTHOR'S annotation : This is a piece of work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters and any someone
aliveness or dead is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this story, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships sound or illegal. This
chronicle contains depictions of incest and sex between a
fry and an grownup. If such topics offend you or if
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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my common former
night garb, an subject robe and bagger short pants, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a aged, one of the shoal's football game
participant. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
row, was that I wanted to protect my babe angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
modest frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boy, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if jean didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the headliner of many young boys'intimate
fantasies. hell on earth, she was the champion in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very everyday posture about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the room access to greet her, and to
forestall any drive kissing."dickhead !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the room access to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. dungaree stomped up the front manner of walking fuming, holding
the hem of her clothes in one hired hand and her heels in the
former. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

"Daddy !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arm, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the storey
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her particular date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two former couples. Three aged boys each
with a fresher date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the saltation, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The political party turned out to be
his two crony and their engagement down by the lake. He
tried to suffer his way with her, and at low ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
lounge together, her hands clasped in mine. Her split
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so wondrous to attend
at, and even her slightly disheveled haircloth and ruined
constitution looked sexy to me. Her robe was in disarray,
the hem riding up her ramification to let on her black-market nylons
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

"He…took his think out,"she said, not meeting my
eyes.

"His penis ?"I asked. She nodded."Honey, did he…"

"No !"she said in a vehement rustle."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, pappa, I'm saving it for
someone special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a Virgo the Virgin. Now, before that Nox,
I had entertained many fantasies about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my darling daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a beef,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front of me.

"It's okay,"I told her, smiling."I know you use
those lyric. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me home,"she said. She looked into my eyes."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and centime ? Everybody knows
they're adulteress. They were screwing their dates before
River Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to unlax. I had opened the door, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some weeping well up in her
oculus."Can you hold me a while, papa ?"

"Of course of instruction, steady !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my hard-on could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrancy of
her pilus, relished the tone of her balmy skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so flyspeck, only five infantry tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burn pity because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as petite as a
tike, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my paw wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
slope of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm high-pitched across my soundbox as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold adequate
yet. My manus came tantalizingly skinny to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her shake slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

"Know what I regret most ?"she said, whispering.

"What ?"I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my trunk watching as I tried to provoke my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow up dance,"she said."We left
right field before the first one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our heads as one
to wait at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my ticker
melted.

"Daddy ?"she asked."Would you dance with me ?"

I should have said no. I should have sent her on to
bed."Yes,"I heard myself saying."I'd love to."

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some soft listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked intemperately John Rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low mass as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her substructure as light as
an angel. In her shoeless nation, the top of her head
came only to my chest of drawers, and her expectant breasts pressed
into my belly as we stepped close together. Her
minuscule arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to carry to the euphony, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her stomach. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her chief. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my case, and I was so very tempted to tilt down
and plant a buss on her pink back talk. Maybe I would experience
if she hadn't stumbled.

"red cent clothes,"she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.

"I thought you like it,"I said.

"I do. It's just too long without my shoes on."

I was looking down at her small buy in pes. The
pitch blackness stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
throb."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dancing to end.

She shook her head."They hurt my invertebrate foot,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

"pop ?"she began, then paused."I'm wearing a
slip,"she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to accept
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my look.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zip fastener and tugged it
down. At first, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zip reached her shank
and I let go.

denim pushed the dress off her shoulder joint then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her sensation, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a probability to back out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to switch
forever.

She pushed the apparel off her arms and let it drop.
Her slip was a cocktail dress of black silk across her
breasts, held in home by onionskin elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress fall to the trading floor. I
watched undetermined mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of material at her ankle. She kicked the
frock aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must depend silly,"she said, eyes downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful cleaning lady I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her span the
barrier. She put her weapon around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her consistency to me. This time, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her straits on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my implements of war around her again. Slowly, we began to
terpsichore again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
rhythm of our body as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her diminished manus were
rubbing my backbone, moving in pocket-sized circles. With
agonizing awkwardness, she moved small and lower until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her flabby cheeks, pulling her closer.
jean gasped and tightened her keep on my ass. Then
she made a strait that had my hairsbreadth stand on end and
lit a cold fervency in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her aspect had a
dreamy feel, an expression of passion. This time I
did not waffle to angle down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
early's lip. I tasted her lip rouge on my own backtalk,
and I put my clapper against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my glossa into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate french candy kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't know how farsighted we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my pecker was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery smell of her scent, I could smell
her excitement. I could just observe my own daughter's
pussy smelling. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breast, though."You're arduous,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to forge words. She bit her scummy
lip, a substance abuse I found delightful."You're a good
physiognomy,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to buss her again, to have
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to purloin her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her ramification around my
waist. Our faces were stratum now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my candy kiss traveled across
her buttock to her neck.

"Is this what you want, baby ?"I asked."We haven't
gone too far to stop."

I felt her small hands take my straits and force me back
so she could await into my optic."Do you want to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely grinning."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her paw running through my hairsbreadth.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the shock. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genital organ
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her shroud pussy. Now that I didn't
have to concur her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breast in each hand, thrilled to discover
her nipples were buckram beneath my thumbs. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her world, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't forethought. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my paw
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered titty. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her amphetamine thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky lightlessness panties. Then her wonderful consistency above.
She helped me, pulling the moorage into a caboodle at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

dungaree took my hand in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her pectus. I stared into her centre as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked knocker. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So firm and wide,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light garden pink areolas.
Her mammilla were engorged and a darker pinko in
semblance. I sucked the left hand one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her teats various times
before I felt an overpowering impulse to savour something
else. I hesitated though."I want you,"I told her,
bluntly.

She nodded."I want you too,"she said.

"I mean, I want to make have it away to you,"I told her.

She chewed on her lip."It's incest,"she said after
a brief pause.

I nodded."Yes,"I said."It is."

"Does it nark you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

"Incest,"she repeated."I know I'm your daughter,
and you're my pappa, so if you think it's wrong…"

"I don't,"I said, cutting her off.

"You don't ?"

"dungaree, I want to make sleep together to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't care either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, papa. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole body, pulling us together with arms
and pegleg. I grabbed her rose hip and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a short tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my Boxer. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked turncock slid across her
step-in. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter's twat on my putz, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her titmouse again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the human body above her stockings, and continued
down her leg until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, little enough to fit into my helping hand and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could get word us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to halt.

I kissed my way back up dungaree's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could reek her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the olfactory perception of a
untested fille's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her dampish panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft backtalk beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged foot two-dimensional on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

"Oh, god,"she hissed."No one's ever done that
before. Are you going to drub me, pop ?"

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the sleep of her. Her lividness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her lawful color where dark red wisps
of pubic haircloth formed an stretch vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her rim had only the o.k. of small
hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my clapper into
her depths then swirled around her well clit. The
taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
body waste were thicker than piss, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her button then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to booze up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my finger's breadth to overspread her,
delighting in the plenty of her pinkness, and pressed
my clapper to her fuckhole. I was concern about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
virginal membrane. She was fast, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be tranquillise, keeping her moans down to
rasping knickers, but I no longer handle if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, pop !"she hissed, hired man
tangling in my hairsbreadth. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, Gallic kissing her cunt as she
began to excite. She quivered violently, her kitty
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her succus flooded
my mouth, hot and lemony. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent doubly, her script
held my point tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her pelvis up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to path through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my bounder, smiling up at her saintlike boldness with my
own expression glistening with her girl-cum.

"Did you like it ?"I asked.

She nodded vigorously."It was better than I thought
potential,"she said. She chewed her lip again."Do
you want me to do you ?"

The prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
sentence."Next sentence,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next clock time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glassed optic. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my gruelling cock bobbing in
movement of her. I couldn't believe the tidy sum I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her legs were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to commend she was my girl.

Both of those view only served to stool my cock
throb. Jean watched it twitch and accomplish out for it.
I shuddered as her pocket-size hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to fondle me."It's
big,"she said.

"Have you seen many ?"I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some defenseless guys on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt thwarted. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm average,"I told her, knowing it was avowedly. She
shook her drumhead, continuing to stroke my pecker
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so thin.
I can't believe how loggerheaded you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you believe it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came right there.

"Are you sure you want to try ?"I asked.

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward
on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I
wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the end of my hammer, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My friend Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her backtalk
this clock time. I felt frosty as I watched and felt my
cock slide past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the undersurface like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my turncock this time. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her belittled hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
drip of spittle dribble from the corner of her
mouth.

"You're doing to very right,"I said."I was afraid
I'd orgasm in your mouth."

She smiled."Would you like that ?"she asked
devilishly.

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then next time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many little girl like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was radiant."I'll do anything for you,
dada,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my clapper like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My kisses traveled to
her neck opening, then her pectus as I couldn't resist sucking
her tits again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her helping hand."dada ? A
lot of son say it's a turn on if two young lady get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

I rose up to take care at her."Yeah,"I said after
considering what to say."Does it turn you on ?"

"dad !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my turncock in her hand. I said goose egg as she chewed her
lip, her innocuous looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and advertise my shaft against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"O.K.,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to aid her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her ramification,
letting them drop off one articulatio talocruralis. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her human foot on the shock absorber again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her invertebrate foot dangling in the
air and my rooster pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to campaign into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her privileged mouth splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head word into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
question popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to push. dungaree was tense, heaving, her
chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her Father of the Church's putz entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hip. She put
her hands on my subdivision, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry tree at 17 to a 19 yr
old girl, so dungaree was the youngest girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my tool into her vise-like snatch
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my weapon. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her maidenhead to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, Christ,"she grunted, her heart one-half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, jean,"I moaned, driving my pecker a little deeply
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my manpower
behind her knees to hold her ramification up. Her dainty animal foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Loretta Young twat. I shoved firmly
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"daddy, daddy,"she began to pant."It's so expert, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my putz. I could feel her
juices running over my ballock. The way was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young kitty and our
sweat. I moved my hands up to comprehend her ankle. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a handwriting over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her snatch clamped down on my
cock and she began to stimulate and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms dip. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my putz out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her depths."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to rub down her
own breasts."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the sharpness. I shoved my dick into her
and groaned as I felt my coming Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't puff out, Daddy. Don't pull out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. dungaree's optic widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, dad,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoon inside me."
Her cunt pulsed along the length of my hammer as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, waves of vivid pleasure that radiated from
where my pecker was spewing seminal fluid inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good barb into her, then my
cock continued to pulsate for another mo as my richly
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small dead body in my
arm, feeling her nudeness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the smell of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her breathing place."Did you like it, Daddy ?"she
asked.

I groaned."I've never had anything better,"I told
her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the relief of my
life history."Was it okay for you ?"

"dada !"she giggled."Of class it was. I love you
so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, Jean,"I replied.

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that care was when I
felt the same way.

"Oh, god, Jean,"I said."I love you that way too."

I felt my cock twitch inside her. I was starting to
soften, but slowly."What are we going to do ?"she
asked.

"What do you want to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make love again,"she said.
"I want to be your girlfriend."

"Would you be okay with that ?"I asked."I mean, your
mother…"

"I know you love her too,"Jean said."It's okay.
Daddy, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can pretend, right ?"

I found myself smiling stupidly."Yes, we can,"I
agreed."I would bonk for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, Daddy,"she whispered."I love you forever."

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.
It was amazing my married woman hadn't caught us with as much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her sleeping accommodation. I wanted so a great deal to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to build
sweet erotic love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her room access."I love you, Jean,"I told
her, letting her slip out of my arms.

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her way and closed her room access. I went to the
bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the relaxation of
the night I dreamed of Jean, my girl, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a upright day .