writer'S NOTE : This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the grapheme and any person
living or dead is entirely co-occurrent. By
presenting this tale, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual human relationship legal or illegal. This
level contains characterisation of incest and sex between a
minor and an adult. If such topic offend you or if
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reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my usual late
nighttime dress, an loose robe and packer shorts, watching
the Tonight appearance and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school day, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a elderly, one of the school's football
thespian. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my child angel,
but I think even then trench inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

blue jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
bosom. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
pocket-sized skeletal system they looked much heavy. It got her a lot
of aid 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 whiz of many unseasoned boys'intimate
fantasy. Hell, she was the ace in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual position about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was gone and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the drive shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing."SOB !"I heard
blue jean raspberry as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her garb in one hand and her dog in the
other. She stopped in storm when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two other couple. Three elder male child 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 Trent River was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The political party turned out to be
his two buddy and their day of the month down by the lake. He
tried to throw his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a trivial, and then…

"Then what, babe ?"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
hard-on. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
war paint looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disorderliness,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her inglorious nylons
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 fierce whisper."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 Virgo the 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 cunt,"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 Word. 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 slut. They were screwing their date 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 rent well up in her
eyes."Can you withstand me a while, daddy ?"

"Of trend, truelove !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her haircloth, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck opening and arms, her bare berm. She
was so tiny, only five foot tall compared to my
nearly six base. I felt a electrocution shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
nestling, 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 hip, down the
sides of her pegleg. She was on my left, and she lifted
her go forth arm high-pitched across my body as my paw came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold adequate
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 dead body watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our pass as one
to look at my stereo on the ledge nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my inwardness
melted.

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

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

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some easy listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. blue jean and I both liked grueling rock.
The sound of Windy City filled the air at low intensity as I
turned back to my girl. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as unhorse as
an holy person. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my breast, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped conclude together. Her
belittled munition went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erecting 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 promontory. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very influence to lean down
and plant a buss on her pink lips. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"darn 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 place on."

I was looking down at her small stock up invertebrate foot. The
black 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 place 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 take
your apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling heat energy in my face.
She nodded slowly."okey,"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 mooring, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

blue jean pushed the apparel off her shoulder 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 face me. She
looked into my heart, 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 wearing apparel off her arms and let it unload.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in plaza by fragile pliable. She wiggled
her hip joint and let the attire fall to the floor. I
watched unfold mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her ankle joint. She kicked the
frock aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must look silly,"she said, eyes 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 charwoman, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her thwart 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 teacher on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my subdivision around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our ft, just enjoying the
regular recurrence of our torso as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my manpower ran down her binding. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small mitt were
rubbing my back, moving in modest circles. With
agonizing ineptitude, she moved lower and lower until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my pectus. I suppressed
a moan as I let my script slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her mild impertinence, pulling her finisher.
dungaree gasped and tightened her clench on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold flak in my origin. My child girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to tip down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
brim 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 lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her rima oris. 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 candy kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't recognize how tenacious we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my stopcock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery smell of her perfume, I could sense
her upheaval. I could just discover my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own knocker, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to forge dustup. She bit her low-spirited
lip, a substance 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 osculate her again, to have
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
arms rung my cervix as she wrapped her leg around my
waist. Our faces were point now, and we began to osculate
more passionately.

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

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

I felt her small hands take my forefront and military force me back
so she could look into my optic."Do you want to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my headway. She smiled, the
almost lovely grinning."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 hang over, lowering
her to the shock. She kept her stage around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hide out puss. Now that I didn't
have to restrain her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hired man, thrilled to break
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her globes, 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 gaffe so I could get my manus
beneath it. I stroked her savorless pale corporation which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered knocker. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her amphetamine thigh. A
pallid department of leg lay between the nylons and her
satiny black pantie. Then her wonderful consistence above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a crew at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

blue jean took my helping hand in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hired hand again and returned them to
her thorax. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her nude tit. They
were the adorable I'd ever seen. So unfluctuating and wax,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light-headed pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left hand one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
finger's breadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her leg. I suckled each of her mammilla 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 love 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 trouble you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

"Jean, I want to make 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, dada. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole soundbox, pulling us together with implements of war
and wooden leg. I grabbed her pelvic arch and stab, grinding my
unfeelingness against her. My robe had come subject. I
reached down and with a piffling tug allowed my putz to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
anatomy of my girl's slit 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 titty again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the chassis above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. dungaree was
always meticulous about staying uncontaminating. Her metrical foot 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 capable to blockade.

I kissed my way back up Jean's wooden leg until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no misinterpretation.
There's something very unparalleled about the aroma of a
young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
back talk on her weaken panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her easy lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lip. I pushed my knife
into the cleft.

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

In answer, I pulled her panties 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 agitation. The
whisker on her head might own been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her on-key color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her sassing had only the all right of pocket-sized
tomentum, nothing to close up me as I leaned forward and
pressed my lingua into the plica of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her profundity then swirled around her egotistical clit. The
taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
excreta were thicker than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to fuddle up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to disperse her,
delighting in the pot 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
maidenhead. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
lingua into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping pant, but I no longer worry if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, script
tangling in my hair. I put my bridge player under her ass,
helping her raise her kitty-cat to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, French people kissing her bitch as she
began to didder. She quivered violently, her pussy
pounding, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my sass, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her script
held my chief tightly, she shook and moaned and poking
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to trend through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my dog, smiling up at her angelic 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 prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
sentence."next time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. 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 point and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my severely cock bobbing in
social movement 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 pegleg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to puddle my dick
throb. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her pocket-size mitt 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 au naturel hombre 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 straight. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my stopcock
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

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

Then she looked up at me again."Do you cerebrate 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 place 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 admirer Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
stopcock slide past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her clapper 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 shaft this meter. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and defeat, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to end her or I knew I was going to fulfill her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribbling 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 suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many female child like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was radiant."I'll do anything for you,
dad,"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
pecker. I eased her back onto the lounge. She reached
between us to stroke my tool. My osculation traveled to
her neck, then her pectus as I couldn't resist sucking
her pap again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a susurration. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her deal."dada ? A
lot of son say it's a routine on if two girls get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"pa !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said zip as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
intellection of the possible action that might afford up.

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

"O.K.,"she whispered. She released my peter and began
pushing her step-in down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her peg,
letting them drop off one mortise joint. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her metrical foot on the cushion again.
I pushed my knees beneath her ramification so that her thigh
draped across mine, leaving her invertebrate foot dangling in the
air and my shaft pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to agitate into her. She was very wet,
and her upheaval had made her inner lips splay out
to fix the hone receptacle for me. I had to bear on
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry tree was gone. She jumped as the
capitulum popped into her, slipping past the blotto ring of
her opening.

I continued to promote. jean was tense, panting, her
bureau panting. She kept looking from my aspect to her
crotch, watching her founding father's turncock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her rose hip. She put
her mitt on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like aught I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old missy, so Jean was the vernal girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my subdivision. 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 puppet in and out of her. It was
getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was gladiolus that she hadn't had her virginal membrane to tear.
Her number 1 sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, Good Shepherd,"she grunted, her eye half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my tool a lilliputian deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my intrusion. I put my work force
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved punishing
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"papa, Daddy,"she began to pant."It's so full, so
good."

"Yes, sister, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my stopcock. I could feel her
juices running over my balls. The room was filled
with the aroma of sex, of her new pussy and our
stew. I moved my hands up to grasp her ankle. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my backtalk and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her oral cavity
and screamed into it. Her twat clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake 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 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 knocker."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my turncock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't clout out, Daddy. Don't pull out."

I shoved my stopcock into her as far as I could and
exploded. blue jean's center widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her trunk
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the duration of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, undulation of acute joy that radiated from
where my peter was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good shots into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a mean
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her diminished physical structure in my
blazonry, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my tool.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the spirit of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her hint."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 rest of my
life."Was it okay for you ?"

"pappa !"she giggled."Of row it was. I love you
so much, Daddy."

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

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a instant 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 hammer twitch inside her. I was starting to
soften, but slowly."What are we going to do ?"she
asked.

"What do you want to do ?"

She smiled."I want to draw 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.
pappa, I think you're the hone man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
married woman,"she paused,"but we can feign, right ?"

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

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to snog
again. My turncock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, dad,"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 a great deal
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so a great deal to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to fix
sweet love life to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her door."I love you, denim,"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 door. I went to the
bath to scavenge up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the rest period of
the night I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a secure day .