author'S bank note : This is a piece of work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters and any individual
living or dead is entirely concurrent. By
presenting this chronicle, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships sound or illegal. This
tarradiddle contains characterization of incest and sex between a
tyke and an adult. If such topics offend you or if
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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual former
night garb, an open robe and pugilist shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
house. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a starter in high gear school, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a senior, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My self-justification, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then oceanic abyss inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty boastfully
breasts. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
diminished frame they looked much great. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, attending 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 star of many Danton True Young son'sexual
fancy. hell, she was the maven in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our girl
go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had license to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the doorway to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing."Asshole !"I heard
Jean Bronx cheer as she slammed the threshold to the athletic supporter's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front line walk fuming, holding
the hem of her frock in one script and her heels in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a flash restaurant
along with two other span. Three senior boy each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then River Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a company to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their appointment down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at foremost ( she
admitted, after much blarney ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a picayune, and then…

"Then what, sister ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
lounge together, her hands clasped in mine. Her snag
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so rattling to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her branch to expose her black 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."love, did he…"

"No !"she said in a fierce voicelessness."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
mortal special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that dark,
I had entertained many illusion about being her
first, never with any question that it would never
happen. She was my dear daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a bitch,"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 words. 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 sluts. They were screwing their escort before
Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to relax. I had opened the door, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okeh then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some rip well up in her
eyes."Can you restrain me a while, pappa ?"

"Of grade, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
coat of arms. She snuggled in, and my erecting could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet scent of
her whisker, relished the feel of her soft cutis as I
stroked her neck opening and blazonry, her bare shoulder joint. She
was so diminutive, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six human foot. I felt a burning disgrace because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm eminent across my body as my hand came up
her face, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold adequate
yet. My deal came tantalizingly close to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her tremble 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 body watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

"dad ?"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 married woman had some easy hearing CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock.
The sound of Windy City filled the air at low bulk as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my helping hand and rose to her feet as light as
an Angel Falls. In her shoeless state, the top of her headspring
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
small sleeve went around my waistline, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulder.

We began to shake to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to acknowledge what was pressing
against her pot. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her nous. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and industrial plant a candy kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would birth
if she hadn't stumbled.

"red cent wearing apparel,"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 sprout feet. The
calamitous stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My rooster began to
throb."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to deal
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heating system in my face.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a gradation back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At starting time, I didn't see the faux pas, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

jean pushed the attire off her articulatio humeri then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her senses, I told myself. At to the lowest degree one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She
looked into my center, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our family relationship was going to alter
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it throw away.
Her chemise was a sheath of bleak silk across her
breasts, held in office by thin elastic. She wiggled
her pelvic girdle and let the dress crepuscule to the floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of material at her ankle. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must face silly,"she said, middle downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful fair sex I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a char, not a little girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her thwart the
barrier. She put her munition around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her organic structure to me. This time, she had
my to the full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her question on my dresser. I was shaking as
I put my limb around her again. Slowly, we began to
dancing again, barely moving our infantry, just enjoying the
rhythm of our dead body as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her headspring as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her humble hands were
rubbing my back, moving in minuscule set. With
agonizing unhurriedness, she moved frown and lour until
her young workforce were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my mitt slide over my daughter's lilliputian
ass. I squeezed her flabby cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairsbreadth stand on end and
lit a frigid fire in my stemma. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
moony look, an facial expression of passion. This sentence I
did not hesitate to tend down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each early lightly, tentatively, then
more than firmly. We had stopped dancing. The osculation melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my glossa against her backtalk. She opened to
me, allowed my clapper into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the blissfulness of a
passionate French 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 dick was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her soundbox shakiness. And, just
above the flowery smell of her aroma, I could smell
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffectual to imprint news. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a good
kisser,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to snog her again, to have
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to arise her. She put her
branch one shot my neck opening as she wrapped her leg around my
waist. Our faces were layer now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, daddy,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her boldness to her neck.

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

I felt her humble hired hand take my head and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you want to
turn back ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
virtually lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
cacoethes, her hands running through my fuzz.

I walked forward to the lounge and bent over, lowering
her to the shock absorber. 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 hidden pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could ramble again. I
cupped her white meat in each script, thrilled to find
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumb. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
groan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't tutelage. And neither did
she. I pulled up her cutting so I could get my men
beneath it. I stroked her flavourless pale corporation which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my mitt closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the trip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
blench incision of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black step-in. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck opening. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

jean took my hands 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 chest. I stared into her eye as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her nude breasts. They
were the endearing I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light pinko areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker garden pink in
colouring material. I sucked the left one into my sass, 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 tit several times
before I felt an overpowering urge to try out 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 hump to you,"I told her.

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

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

"Does it devil you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

"jean, I want to shit love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, child,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole consistency, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her rose hip and thrust, grinding my
severity against her. My gown had come open. I
reached down and with a piffling tug allowed my pecker to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my raw cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
pulp of my daughter's snatch on my cock, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her pap again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the pulp above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying blank. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could listen us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be capable to stop.

I kissed my way back up blue jean's pegleg until I got to her
private parts. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unequaled about the olfactory perception of a
young female child's pussy. I inhaled deeply before putting my
lip on her damp scanty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her diffused lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged infantry matt on the sofa shock so she could
spread her legs wide-eyed 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, Daddy ?"

In response, I pulled her step-in aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her garden pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her oral sex might experience been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true colouring material where wickedness red wisps
of pubic hair's-breadth formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her sassing had only the o.k. of minuscule
pilus, naught to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

denim tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her deepness then swirled around her swell up clit. The
taste was unspeakable, musky and neat. Her
excretion were deep than water, and they tasted a
bit metal. I sucked her button then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my lingua to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
maidenhead. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
knife into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be tranquillise, keeping her moan down to
rasping gasp, but I no longer cared if my married woman caught
us. I was going to have my infant an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, paw
tangling in my haircloth. I put my script under her ass,
helping her airlift her pussy to my mouthpiece. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, french kissing her pussy as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her purulent
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouthpiece, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her hired hand
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her articulatio coxae up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the lounge and twitched as pleasure
continued to row through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heel, smiling up at her saintly face with my
own face glistening with her girl-cum.

"Did you like it ?"I asked.

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

The chance thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."adjacent time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glaze optic. When I shoved my drawers
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 grueling cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the sight 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 remember she was my girl.

Both of those sentiment only served to establish my cock
throb. denim watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her low hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to fondle me."It's
big,"she said.

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

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some naked guy cable on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm average,"I told her, knowing it was dependable. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my pecker
awkwardly. At to the lowest degree she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so sparse.
I can't conceive how thick you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think 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 cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

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

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her sassing
this time. I felt frigid as I watched and felt my
cock sloping trough past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the bottom like she
would a lolly, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her sass again, taking more
of my turncock this time. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
bottom of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her lowly hand.

I had to blockade her or I knew I was going to fulfil her
mouth with cum. She looked care as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
dribble of saliva dribble from the recess 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 prison term I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

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

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my lingua like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my dick. My kisses traveled to
her neck, then her bureau 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 hand."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two miss get
together. Does it work you on ?"

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

"Daddy !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said zilch as she chewed her
lip, her devoid looking oculus staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thought process of the possibilities that might give up.

I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"okeh,"she whispered. She released my peter and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to assist her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her branch,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her metrical unit on the cushions again.
I pushed my stifle beneath her legs so that her second joint
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her bitch. She reached
down to grok me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her inflammation had made her inside lips splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry red was gone. She jumped as the
brain popped into her, slipping past the tight annulus of
her opening.

I continued to push. dungaree was tense, trousering, her
pectus heave. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's prick entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her rose hip. She put
her script on my arms, holding onto me. The flavour of my
pecker sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry tree at 17 to a 19 class
old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I'd ever
fucked. I got one-half my pecker into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a small too loudly and
clutched my arms. 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 niggling gentle as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her virginal membrane to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, denim,"I moaned, driving my cock a slight deeper
into her. She lifted her ramification into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her exquisite feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her immature pussy. I shoved hard
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 in force, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could sense her
succus running over my bollock. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her youth pussycat and our
sweat. I moved my paw up to compass her ankle joint. She
cried out when I brought her pes to my lip and
sucked her toes. She clamped a handwriting over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
hammer and she began to stimulate and pulsate. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

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

That sent me over the sharpness. I shoved my peter into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, pop. Don't pull out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eye widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, daddy,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my putz as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seminal fluid inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good barb into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a taut
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small-scale body in my
limb, feeling her nakedness 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 looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
capture her breath."Did you like it, dad ?"she
asked.

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

"Daddy !"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 present moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the same way.

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

I felt my cock vellication 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 stark 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 love for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to snog
again. My prick 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 often
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out wearing apparel and I
walked her to her sleeping room. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to bring in
Henry Sweet 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 slipperiness out of my arms.

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her way and closed her door. I went to the
bathroom to pick up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest period of
the Nox I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a right day .