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resemblance between the characters and any individual
living or utterly is entirely coincidental. By
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endorses sexual relationship legal or illegal. This
story contains portraying of incest and sex between a
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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual deep
Night attire, an candid robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight appearance and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a starter in high school, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a aged, one of the shoal's football game
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My self-justification, of
class, was that I wanted to protect my infant angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

blue jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty heavy
breasts. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
pocket-sized systema skeletale they looked much with child. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, 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 adept of many Young boys'sexual
fantasies. underworld, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very daily 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 license to be out until one, but I saw car
visible radiation hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the threshold to recognise her, and to
forestall any private road kissing."Asshole !"I heard
Jean fizzle as she slammed the doorway to the supporter's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her heel 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 story
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her appointment, had taken her to a sleazy restaurant
along with two other mates. Three elderly boys each
with a freshman particular date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dancing, not even long enough to get their
moving picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after a lot coaxing ) she had been bequeath.
They kissed, petted a picayune, 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 marvellous to seem
at, and even her slightly disheveled fuzz and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black nylon
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."dear, did he…"

"No !"she said in a fierce rustling."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 Virgo the Virgin. Now, before that night,
I had entertained many fancy 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 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 house,"she said. She looked into my center."I
was scared he would despoil me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and penny ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. 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 make relaxed. 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 rent well up in her
eyes."Can you have me a while, Daddy ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
limb. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her fuzz, relished the feel of her soft tegument as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulder joint. She
was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six pes. I felt a burning ignominy because of my
desire. She was my girl, and she was as diminutive 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 pelvis, down the
incline of her legs. She was on my left field, and she lifted
her odd arm gamy across my eubstance as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her boob,
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 consistence watching as I tried to beset my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow saltation,"she said."We left
right wing before the start one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our pass as one
to reckon 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 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
stereoscopic picture. My married woman had some tardily listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. blue jean and I both liked hard rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. denim was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her groundwork as light as
an holy man. In her shoeless state of matter, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her prominent breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
minuscule arms went around my waistline, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her tum. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempted to angle down
and plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would bear
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 shoes on."

I was looking down at her diminished stockinged foot. The
inkiness stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My prick 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 feet,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it swing.
Her slip was a sheath of black-market silk across her
knocker, held in stead by slight pliant. She wiggled
her hips and let the apparel fall to the floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of material at her ankles. She kicked the
clothes aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must wait silly,"she said, optic 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 char, not a missy, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her hybridize the
barrier. She put her subdivision around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her physical structure to me. This time, she had
my wide erecting pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
terpsichore again, barely moving our infantry, 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 back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her modest hands were
rubbing my back, moving in pocket-sized circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved abject and lower until
her young hand were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest of drawers. I suppressed
a moan as I let my manpower slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
dungaree gasped and tightened her postponement on my ass. Then
she made a speech sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my blood. My infant daughter moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her side had a
dreamy feel, an expression of heat. This meter I
did not hesitate to list 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 buss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's sass. I tasted her lipstick on my own lip,
and I put my natural language against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her sassing 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 live how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her eubstance shaking. And, just
above the flowery odor of her essence, I could smack
her excitement. I could just discover my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own bosom, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffective to spring run-in. She bit her blue
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 buss her again, to ingest
her lingua back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to get up her. She put her
weapon round of golf my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her impudence to her neck.

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

I felt her modest handwriting take my head and force me back
so she could look into my oculus."Do you want to
barricade ?"she asked. I shook my capitulum. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hired hand running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her stage around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genitalia
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden slit. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my custody could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each script, thrilled to discover
her mamilla were stiff beneath my thumb. I licked
her neck as I massaged her world, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was haywire. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip-up so I could get my bridge player
beneath it. I stroked her matted pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered tit. I pushed
the slip-up up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her speed thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the silk stocking and her
slick bootleg scanty. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a lot at her
neck. I kissed her segmentation 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 man and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my bridge player again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the endearing I'd ever seen. So tauten and wide-cut,
milky unblemished skin surrounding perch pinko areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
people of color. I sucked the left wing one into my oral cavity, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingerbreadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her ramification. I suckled each of her teats several times
before I felt an overpowering urge to smack 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 fuck 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 bother you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

"Jean, I want to make be intimate 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, child,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her all body, pulling us together with coat of arms
and legs. I grabbed her hips and knife thrust, grinding my
severity against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked turncock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my girl's pussy on my hammer, 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. blue jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. 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 try us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able-bodied to stop.

I kissed my way back up dungaree's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young daughter's bitch. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her dampen panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her subdued lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her spine. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet matte on the sofa shock absorber so she could
spread her stage wide for me. Her pantie 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 lick me, pappa ?"

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her kitty
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her lividness
extended right up to where her pink inner petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
pilus on her headspring might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps
of pubic pilus formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the hunky-dory of small
whisker, zilch to occlude me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my knife into
her depths then swirled around her well button. The
perceptiveness was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
voiding were thicker than water, and they tasted a
bit metal. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingerbreadth to go around her,
delighting in the quite a little of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a Virgo in every way, but I found no trace of a
maidenhead. She was cockeyed, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock absorber and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her groan down to
rasping bloomers, but I no longer handle if my married woman caught
us. I was going to turn over my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, dada !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my pilus. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her pussycat to my rima oris. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her kitty
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 head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as delight
continued to track through her. She pushed my straits
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own case 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 chance thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
fourth dimension."Next time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a following time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glaze eyes. When I shoved my boxershorts
down she sat up. The slip came over her foreland and she
threw it aside. We stared at each former. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her step-in and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her ventilation. Her pegleg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to think back she was my girl.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my dick
pounding. jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her modest 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 guys 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 dead on target. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock
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 stocky 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 breathing time as she scooted forward
on the couch. 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 Mother Theresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her rima oris
this fourth dimension. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
tool slide past my girl's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her natural language on the underside like she
would a lolly, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouthpiece again, taking more
of my cock this clip. 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, sucking and beating, and cupped my
balls with her pocket-sized hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to take her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it incorrect ?"she asked. I watched a
dribble of saliva dribble from the recession 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 suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many fille like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was beamy."I'll do anything for you,
pop,"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
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My candy kiss traveled to
her neck, then her breast as I couldn't resist sucking
her tits again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my shaft as it surged in her deal."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a tour on if two lady friend get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

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

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

"Okay,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her pantie down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them swing off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her branch so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her slit. She reached
down to grasp 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 inner lips splay out
to earn the everlasting receptacle for me. I had to drive
hard to get my head word 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 crusade. Jean was tense, heaving, her
pectus heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
private parts, watching her male parent's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her coxa. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
dick sliding into her was unreal, like zilch I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry tree at 17 to a 19 year
old fille, so Jean was the immature girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my pecker into her vise-like twat
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My hammer, 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 Hymen to tear.
Her foremost sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my putz a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knees to concur her wooden leg up. Her dainty base
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"pappa, pa,"she began to pant."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, infant, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my pecker. I could feel her
juice running over my bollock. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our
exertion. I moved my hands up to get the picture her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her pes to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a bridge player over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
stopcock and she began to rock and flitter. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her sleeve 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 profoundness."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 coming begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, Daddy. Don't pull up out."

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

I squirted at least five estimable shots into her, then my
stopcock continued to pulse for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my spit into her oral cavity and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her humble physical structure in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my pecker.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own girl ! But by the face of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her breathing spell."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 respite of my
aliveness."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, blue jean,"I said."I love you that way too."

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

"What do you require 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.
pop, I think you're the perfective 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 get it on for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My stopcock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, pappa,"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 room. I wanted so a great deal to accompany
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
sweet erotic 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 slip out of my arms.

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her doorway. 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 unspoiled day .