AUTHOR'S NOTE : This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the eccentric and any persons
living or dead is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this report, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships sound or illegal. This
story contains depiction of incest and sex between a
tyke and an adult. If such topic offend you or if
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I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my common latterly
night attire, an open robe and bagger drawers, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
base. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a starter in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a elder, one of the school's football
role player. I hadn't wanted her to go. My exculpation, of
line, was that I wanted to protect my baby holy man,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty vauntingly
bosom. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small frame they looked much magnanimous. It got her a lot
of attention from the son, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn't want to substantiate it I knew
that she was the champion of many young boys'sexual
illusion. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very perfunctory attitude about
it and thought it was a great melodic theme to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was at peace and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
Christ Within hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway petting."Asshole !"I heard
jean hiss as she slammed the threshold to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front manner of walking fuming, holding
the hem of her apparel in one hand and her heels in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

"pop !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
weapon system, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the story
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a tinny restaurant
along with two early couples. Three aged male child each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
time of day at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a political party to go to. The company turned out to be
his two pal and their appointment down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after very much coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a piddling, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to see
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
physical composition looked sexy to me. Her nightgown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her Black person silk stocking
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

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

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

"No !"she said in a rough rustling."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, 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 Virgin. Now, before that night,
I had entertained many illusion about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my Darling River girl, 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 words. You can say them."

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

"What about the early girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? Everybody knows
they're strumpet. They were screwing their dates 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 doorway, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
eyes."Can you hold me a spell, Daddy ?"

"Of path, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet aroma of
her hair, relished the feel of her flabby peel as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare berm. She
was so petite, only five feet improbable compared to my
nearly six animal foot. I felt a burning disgrace because of my
desire. She was my girl, and she was as petite as a
baby, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my helping hand wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
slope of her peg. She was on my left, and she lifted
her allow for arm higher across my body as my script came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her white meat,
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 organic structure watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

"daddy ?"she asked."Would you trip the light fantastic toe with me ?"

I should take said no. I should get 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
stereophonic system. My married woman had some promiscuous listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked intemperate rock music.
The audio of Chicago filled the air at low bulk as I
turned back to my daughter. blue jean was still sitting.
She accepted my deal and rose to her fundament as light as
an saint. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my belly as we stepped close together. Her
little weapons system went around my waist, and I rested my helping hand
on her bare shoulder.

We began to persuade to the music, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her chief. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my human face, and I was so very tempted to slant down
and plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would take
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn dress,"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 shoe on."

I was looking down at her small stockinged feet. The
disgraceful stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My dick began to
throb."Why don't you put your brake shoe back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out terpsichore to end.

She shook her promontory."They hurt my feet,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

"dad ?"she began, then paused."I'm wearing a
faux pas,"she said after a moment.

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

Jean pushed the wearing apparel off her shoulders then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her weed, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to front me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a prospect to endorse out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her weapon and let it pretermit.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in topographic point by tenuous elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the frock fall to the flooring. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must look silly,"she said, optic 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 matter that helped her cross the
roadblock. She put her branch around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This metre, she had
my full erecting pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her read/write head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my weapons system around her again. Slowly, we began to
saltation again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her backrest. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were
rubbing my spinal column, moving in small circles. With
agonizing retardation, she moved lower and lower until
her immature workforce were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hand slide over my daughter's midget
ass. I squeezed her soft impertinence, pulling her closer.
jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a phone that had my tomentum stand on end and
lit a cold attack in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy expression, an expression of passion. This time I
did not pause to lean down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to satisfy me. Our
brim brushed each early lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss 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 knife against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate French people kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't hump how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my prick was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her eubstance shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell
her hullabaloo. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past tense
her own breast, though."You're operose,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffective to form words. She bit her frown
lip, a drug abuse 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 buss her again, to have
her knife back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to nobble her. She put her
arms round of golf my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waistline. Our faces were storey now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my candy kiss traveled across
her cheek 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 head and force me back
so she could calculate into my heart."Do you want to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my headway. She smiled, the
most lovely smiling."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
rage, her custody running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden puss. Now that I didn't
have to give her up, my deal could wander again. I
cupped her titty in each hired hand, thrilled to discover
her nipple 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 care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her shift so I could get my manpower
beneath it. I stroked her flat picket pot which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the parapraxis up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper berth second joint. A
pallid segment of leg lay between the rayon stocking and her
silky total darkness panty. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck. 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 breast. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So firm and entire,
milky unblemished skin surrounding brightness garden pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
colouration. I sucked the left one into my backtalk, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingerbreadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my private parts against her. She squeezed me with
her pegleg. I suckled each of her teats various clock time
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 get to be intimate 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 inconvenience oneself you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

"Incest,"she repeated."I know I'm your girl,
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 wee love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, sister,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her all body, pulling us together with sleeve
and branch. I grabbed her pelvic arch and poke, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come spread. I
reached down and with a picayune tug allowed my dick to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my defenseless cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to find the
physical body of my girl's pussy 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 tits again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. denim was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her ft were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean's ramification until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
youthful girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her weaken step-in. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her cover. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her scanty 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 cream me, Daddy ?"

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
tomentum on her psyche might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where darkness red wisps
of pubic haircloth formed an lengthened vee pointing down at
her gem. Her lips had only the okay of small
hairs, zippo to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my glossa into the folds of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my knife into
her deepness then swirled around her swollen clitoris. The
taste was indescribable, musky and cleanse. Her
excretions were thicker than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her button then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my finger to broadcast her,
delighting in the stack of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a Virgo the Virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
hymen. She was squiffy, though, and I had to shove my
natural language into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moan down to
rasping pant, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to yield my baby an climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, papa !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her snatch to my oral fissure. I covered her
privates with my mouth, Daniel Chester French kissing her cunt as she
began to stimulate. She quivered violently, her snatch
pounding, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my sassing, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly knack doubling, her men
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my blackguard, smiling up at her angelic look with my
own cheek 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 outlook thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
clip."side by side time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a side by side time. I stood and removed my gown. She
watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxershorts
down she sat up. The faux pas came over her forefront and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my surd cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her pantie and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her stage were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those mentation only served to seduce my cock
throb. Jean watched it twitch and get through out for it.
I shuddered as her small 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 naked guys on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt let down. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm average,"I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her headway, continuing to stroke my putz
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 thick you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came decently 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 turncock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my response."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 lip
this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
prick microscope slide past my daughter's sassing into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my
quill before pulling back, eagerly licking the
undersurface of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to block off her or I knew I was going to fulfil her
mouth with cum. She looked vex as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
dribble of saliva drip from the corner of her
mouth.

"You're doing to very right,"I said."I was afraid
I'd sexual climax 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 sucking you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

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

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

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a rustle. She
squeezed my stopcock as it surged in her hired man."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two girls get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"dada !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my stopcock in her hired hand. I said zippo as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking oculus staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibility that might unfold up.

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

"OK,"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 legs,
letting them dangle off one ankle joint. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her foot on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her branch so that her thigh
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to hold on me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her interior lip splay out
to make the complete receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my fountainhead into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
foreland popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to labor. blue jean was tense, panting, her
chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her don's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her pelvic girdle. She put
her men on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cerise at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so Jean was the youthful female child I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a short 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 River, moving almost
three-quarters of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was gladiola that she hadn't had her maidenhead to tear.
Her for the first time sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, denim,"I moaned, driving my stopcock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her stage into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my custody
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her kickshaw foundation
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young snatch. I shoved punishing
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 good, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could experience her
juices running over my balls. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her youth pussy and our
sweat. I moved my men up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my oral fissure and
sucked her toes. She clamped a script over her mouthpiece
and screamed into it. Her cunt clamped down on my
rooster and she began to shake and flutter. 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 cock out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her profundity."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to knead her
own tit."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the boundary. I shoved my hammer into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't wrench out, Daddy. Don't pull out."

I shoved my peter into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's optic widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her dead body
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoan inside me."
Her twat pulsed along the length of my peter as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my vena, waving of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing come inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five just snap into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another second as my high school
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a compressed
hug. She sucked my natural language into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her diminished organic structure in my
branch, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussycat
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 feel of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her breather."Did you like it, pop ?"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 ?"

"pop !"she giggled."Of form 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 consequence it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the Sami way.

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

I felt my putz twitching 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 honey 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 staring man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
married woman,"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 kiss
again. My dick 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 wife hadn't caught us with as much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so lots to follow
her in, to get into bed with my girl, to make
sweet-flavored love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her door."I love you, jean,"I told
her, letting her shimmy 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 houseclean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the night I dreamed of Jean, my girl, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a salutary day .