AUTHOR'S government note : This is a oeuvre of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters and any persons
bread and butter or idle is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this story, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships effectual or illegal. This
story contains depictions of incest and sex between a
minor and an grownup. If such matter offend you or if
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interpretation. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual deep
night garb, an receptive gown and bagger short, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to do
home. I was understandably disquieted. Jean was only
14, a fresher in high schoolhouse, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, one of the school's football
musician. I hadn't wanted her to go. My alibi, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my babe angel,
but I think even then inscrutable inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

denim was slender, but at 14 she had pretty prominent
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
belittled frame of reference they looked much tumid. 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 wizard of many young boys'sexual
fantasies. infernal region, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual mental attitude about
it and thought it was a corking idea to let our daughter
go off to the promenade. 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 robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
foreclose any driveway caressing."prick !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the suspensor's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. Jean stomped up the battlefront walk of life fuming, holding
the hem of her frock in one hired man and her heels in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

"dad !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arms, sobbing. I helped her interior and got the news report
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her engagement, had taken her to a meretricious restaurant
along with two other duad. Three older boys each
with a fresher 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 party to go to. The company turned out to be
his two buddy and their date down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at foremost ( she
admitted, after very much coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a small, and then…

"Then what, child ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her crying
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erecting. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in muddiness,
the hem riding up her stage to scupper her black nylon stocking
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 whispering."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 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 bitch,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front end 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 heart."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? Everybody knows
they're slovenly woman. 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 slacken. I had opened the room access, 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 piece, Daddy ?"

"Of course, lulu !"I said, enfolding her in my
blazonry. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her hair, relished the look of her voiced skin as I
stroked her neck opening and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so bantam, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six metrical unit. I felt a burning shame 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 leg. She was on my left, and she lifted
her get out arm eminent across my physical structure as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold decent
yet. My hand came tantalizingly last to her tit,
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 chivy my own
girl with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slack dance,"she said."We left
right before the foremost one."

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

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

I should get 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 system. My wife had some easily listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. blue jean and I both liked hard rock.
The auditory sensation of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my girl. dungaree was still sitting.
She accepted my helping hand and rose to her feet as brightness as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest of drawers, and her gravid tit pressed
into my breadbasket as we stepped shut down together. Her
pocket-sized weapon system went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to swing to the medicine, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her breadbasket. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her headway. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very charm to lean down
and industrial plant a osculation on her pink lips. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn frock,"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 skid on."

I was looking down at her small stockinged feet. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
pounding."Why don't you put your place back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dancing to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to withdraw
your wearing apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling hotness in my face.
She nodded slowly."O.K.,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a stride 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 zip fastener reached her shank
and I let go.

Jean 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 sens, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She
looked into my optic, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our human relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it discharge.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in lieu by unconvincing pliant. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. I
watched open up mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her articulatio talocruralis. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must look silly,"she said, eye downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a girlfriend, and
maybe that was the affair that helped her cross the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my bureau. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dancing again, barely moving our base, just enjoying the
beat of our eubstance as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my work force ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hired man were
rubbing my back, moving in little circle. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower berth 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 manpower slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
denim gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairsbreadth stand on end and
lit a cold-blooded fire in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her boldness had a
dreamy look, an expression of passionateness. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my nerve to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to fill me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
Thomas More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The buss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
former's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my lingua against her oral cavity. She opened to
me, allowed my clapper into her oral cavity and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate French kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't have intercourse how foresightful we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my prick was throbbing against
her, and I could finger her physical structure shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell out
her inflammation. I could just observe my own daughter's
slit odor. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own tit, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to work words. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a commodity
physiognomy,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to osculate her again, to give birth
her natural language back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift 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 cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her small handwriting take my point and personnel me back
so she could bet into my eyes."Do you need to
stop over ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
to the highest degree lovely grinning."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hands running through my hair.

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 genitals
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my ruggedness
pressing against her hidden kitty-cat. Now that I didn't
have to harbor her up, my hands could tramp again. I
cupped her boob in each handwriting, thrilled to come upon
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her ball, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her shimmy so I could get my hired hand
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale corporation which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper berth thigh. A
pale department of leg lay between the rayons and her
silky grim panties. Then her wondrous body above.
She helped me, pulling the sideslip 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 forepart and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hand again and returned them to
her pectus. I stared into her optic as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breast. They
were the adorable I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding faint garden pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pinko in
color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making
her pant again. Quickly I switched to the early as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my private parts against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her teats several fourth dimension
before I felt an overpowering itch to sample 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 attain love to you,"I told her.

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

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

"Does it nettle 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 draw love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't upkeep either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, Daddy. 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 legs. I grabbed her coxa and thrust, grinding my
callousness against her. My gown had come open. I
reached down and with a trivial tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my bagger. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
pulp of my girl's pussy on my rooster, 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 tum. I
kissed the physique above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying light. 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 wife could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to block.

I kissed my way back up blue jean's legs until I got to her
genitalia. I could smack her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the olfactory property of a
young daughter's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her dampen panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft rim beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet monotonic on the lounge shock absorber so she could
spread her pegleg blanket for me. Her step-in pulled
tighter and fell between her rim. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her twat
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her headland might suffer been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her rightful color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of little
fuzz, nothing to occlude me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the fold of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depths then swirled around her well up clit. The
taste was unutterable, musky and cleanse. Her
excreting were thick than H2O, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingerbreadth to spread out her,
delighting in the sight 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
virginal membrane. She was tight, though, and I had to jostle my
glossa into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be placidity, keeping her moans down to
rasping drawers, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to pay my baby an coming if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her face lift her kitty to my back talk. I covered her
privates with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her purulent
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and sourish. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her hands
held my header tightly, she shook and moaned and poke
her rose hip up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasance
continued to trend through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic grimace with my
own expression 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 prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."Next clock time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a side by side sentence. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed eyes. 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 hard cock bobbing in
strawman of her. I couldn't believe the spate I had.
All she had on was her panty 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 think she was my daughter.

Both of those opinion only served to make my hammer
pounding. Jean watched it twitch and get through out for it.
I shuddered as her small hired man 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 raw guy rope on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was on-key. She
shook her heading, continuing to stroke my pecker
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so lose weight.
I can't believe how fatheaded 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 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 oral fissure
this time. I felt block as I watched and felt my
cock swoop past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her knife on the underside like she
would a ice lolly, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this clip. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my quill and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and drubbing, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to hold back her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked vex as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the quoin of her
mouth.

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

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

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then side by side meter 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,
papa,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, child,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
dick. I eased her back onto the couch. She reached
between us to stroke my putz. My candy kiss traveled to
her neck opening, then her chest as I couldn't resist sucking
her teat 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 bout on if two girls get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"pa !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my shaft in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her unacquainted looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thought of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and pushed my pecker against her
fork."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 facilitate her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her wooden leg,
letting them dangle off one articulatio talocruralis. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs
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 force into her. She was very wet,
and her hullabaloo had made her inner lip splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to labour
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
head popped into her, slipping past the tight ringing 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 father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her rose hip. She put
her work force on my arms, holding onto me. The feel 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 year
old miss, so dungaree was the youngest fille I'd ever
fucked. I got half my turncock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my branch. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her Sir Thomas More firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and Forth River, moving almost
three-quarters of my pecker 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 virginal membrane to tear.
Her 1st sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, christ,"she grunted, her optic half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hired hand
behind her knee joint to have her legs up. Her goody foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Young pussy. I shoved intemperate
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"daddy, Daddy,"she began to puff."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 feel her
succus running over my balls. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her unseasoned pussycat and our
perspiration. I moved my mitt up to comprehend her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her lip
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake up and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms pearl. 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 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 edge. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, dad. Don't rip out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. denim's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her consistence
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the distance of my turncock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, waves of vivid pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing come inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good shots into her, then my
prick continued to pulse for another minute of arc as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a loaded
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her pocket-sized dead body in my
arms, 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 facial expression of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
overtake her breath."Did you like it, papa ?"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 course 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 fear was when I
felt the same way.

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

I felt my hammer 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 name 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,"blue jean said."It's okay.
dada, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
pappa. 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 hump 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 wife 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 lots to postdate
her in, to get into bed with my girl, to make
perfumed dear to her again, but there would be former
times.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her elbow room and closed her door. I went to the
bath to clean 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 good day .