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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
Night attire, an outdoors robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to make out
dwelling. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in richly school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, one of the school's football game
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My apology, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my babe angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty orotund
breasts. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
little frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of tending from the boys, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if denim didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the whiz of many young male child'sexual
fantasy. perdition, she was the headliner in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very nonchalant attitude 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
lights hit the drive shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to recognize her, and to
forestall any private road kissing."Asshole !"I heard
dungaree hiss as she slammed the room access to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front line pass fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her blackguard in the
other. She stopped in surprise when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her escort, had taken her to a chintzy restaurant
along with two other couples. Three senior boy each
with a entrant appointment. They had stayed barely half an
60 minutes at the dancing, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The political party turned out to be
his two pal and their escort down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at number 1 ( she
admitted, after much blarney ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
couch 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 see
at, and even her slightly disheveled tomentum and ruined
constitution looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her ramification to expose 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."dear, 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
mortal special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that nighttime,
I had entertained many phantasy about being her
first, never with any doubtfulness that it would never
happen. She was my ducky 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 battlefront 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 eye."I
was scared he would violate me, Daddy."

"What about the other miss ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? Everybody knows
they're hussy. They were screwing their dates before
River 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 okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some crying well up in her
oculus."Can you hold me a spell, pop ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
implements of war. She snuggled in, and my hard-on could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the confection perfume of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck opening and weaponry, her bare articulatio humeri. She
was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a combustion shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
nipper, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my deal wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
sides of her pegleg. She was on my leftfield, and she lifted
her allow for arm higher across my trunk as my hand came up
her slope, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly finale to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her tremble slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

"Know what I regret most ?"she said, whispering.

"What ?"I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my body watching as I tried to beset my own
girl with gently touches.

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

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

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

I should ingest said no. I should birth sent her on to
bed."Yes,"I heard myself saying."I'd passion to."

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some gentle listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock'n'roll.
The sound of Windy City filled the air at low book as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her metrical foot as light as
an angel. In her shoeless province, the top of her principal
came only to my chest, and her magnanimous breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close up together. Her
minuscule weapon went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to swing to the euphony, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to have a go at it what was pressing
against her stomach. I bent over a small and kissed
the top of her headway. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my brass, and I was so very tempt to lean down
and plant a candy kiss on her pink sass. Maybe I would have
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 lowly stockinged substructure. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My shaft began to
throb."Why don't you put your horseshoe back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her oral sex."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 frock off ?"I ventured, feeling warmth in my face.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zip and tugged it
down. At first, I didn't see the chemise, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her shank
and I let go.

jean pushed the wearing apparel off her articulatio humeri then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face up me. She
looked into my eyes, 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 exchange
forever.

She pushed the apparel off her arms and let it drop.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in place by fragile rubber band. She wiggled
her pelvic arch and let the dress fall to the storey. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of cloth at her articulatio talocruralis. She kicked the
attire aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must appear 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 woman, not a young lady, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the
barrier. She put her blazonry around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her torso to me. This prison term, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her drumhead on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my limb around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our metrical unit, just enjoying the
cycle of our consistence 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 small handwriting were
rubbing my rachis, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved downhearted and lower until
her young men were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest of drawers. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her cushy impertinence, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her grip on my ass. Then
she made a strait that had my whisker stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my rip. My babe girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her grimace had a
dreamy face, an reflection of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lip brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The candy kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own brim,
and I put my glossa against her oral fissure. She opened to
me, allowed my natural language into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the cloud nine of a
passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could sense her consistency quivering. And, just
above the ornate scent of her perfume, I could smell
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
slit tone. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own titty, though."You're strong,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form Bible. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delicious."You're a unspoiled
kisser,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to let
her spit back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to bring up her. She put her
sleeve turn my neck opening as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to buss
more passionately.

"Oh, pa,"she crooned as my buss traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her belittled hands take my head and force out me back
so she could look into my centre."Do you desire to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hands running through my hairsbreadth.

I walked forward to the lounge and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her pegleg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genitalia
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her out of sight kitty. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breast in each hand, thrilled to reveal
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her Earth, 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 eluding so I could get my handwriting
beneath it. I stroked her directly picket tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my bridge player closed over her bra covered tit. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black step-in. Then her marvelous body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
cervix. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

denim 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 paw again and returned them to
her thorax. I stared into her middle as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her nude breasts. They
were the endearing I'd ever seen. So stiff and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light pinko areolas.
Her teat were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left wing one into my oral fissure, making
her pant 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 ramification. I suckled each of her teats respective times
before I felt an overpowering urge to taste 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 bother you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

"denim, I want to ca-ca lie with 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, infant,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole organic structure, pulling us together with arms
and branch. I grabbed her pelvic arch and jab, grinding my
hardness 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 raw stopcock slid across her
panty. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter's twat 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 human body above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying plumb. Her feet were
delightful, humble enough to fit into my workforce and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could take heed 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 legs until I got to her
privates. I could smell out her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young young lady's twat. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her voiced mouth beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her rear. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet categorical on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs astray for me. Her step-in pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my natural language
into the cleft.

"Oh, god,"she hissed."No one's ever done that
before. Are you going to clobber 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 pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her fervor. The
hair on her head might deliver been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true people of colour where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongate vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lip had only the finest of small
tomentum, goose egg to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my clapper into the crease of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my glossa into
her depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The
gustatory perception was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
excreting were dense than urine, 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 fingers 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 virgin in every way, but I found no tincture of a
hymen. She was blotto, though, and I had to stuff my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock absorber and cried out.

She was trying to be hush, keeping her groan down to
rasping pants, but I no longer wish if my married woman caught
us. I was going to give my baby an sexual climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, handwriting
tangling in my hair's-breadth. I put my handwriting under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her puss
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and lemonlike. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bend two-bagger, her handwriting
held my straits tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as joy
continued to track through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own brass 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
meter."succeeding time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a adjacent time. I stood and removed my gown. She
watched with glazed centre. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her drumhead and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in
front man of her. I couldn't believe the spate I had.
All she had on was her step-in and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her ventilation. Her legs 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 make my cock
throb. denim watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her small hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to caress 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 norm,"I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my hammer
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 remember 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 intimation 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 chemical reaction."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 mouth
this time. I felt stock-still as I watched and felt my
dick slide past my daughter's lips 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 clock time. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my dig and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her lowly hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to meet her
mouth with cum. She looked interest as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it unseasonable ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of spittle drivel from the corner 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 succeeding clip 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 beamy."I'll do anything for you,
pappa,"she said."I love you."

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

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a susurration. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her deal."papa ? A
lot of boy say it's a tour on if two female child get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

I rose up to look 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 hammer in her deal. I said zero as she chewed her
lip, her ingenuous looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thought process of the hypothesis that might open 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 stopcock and began
pushing her scanty down. I raised up to assist her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her peg,
letting them drop off one ankle joint. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushion again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thigh
draped across mine, leaving her metrical unit dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to savvy me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to fight into her. She was very wet,
and her fervor had made her inner lips splay out
to pee-pee the perfect receptacle for me. I had to drive
hard to get my heading into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
top dog popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to force. blue jean was tense, panting, her
chest heave. She kept looking from my side to her
genitals, watching her father's prick entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her hands on my weaponry, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 class
old girl, so jean was the young girl I'd ever
fucked. I got one-half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a small too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her to a greater extent firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my putz in and out of her. It was
getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was sword lily that she hadn't had her maidenhead to tear.
Her first-class honours degree sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, Christ,"she grunted, her middle one-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 hands
behind her knee to hold her legs up. Her niminy-piminy feet
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.

"Daddy, daddy,"she began to heave."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, child, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussycat
so wet it slurped around my peter. I could feel her
juices running over my clump. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hand up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her pes to my back talk and
sucked her toes. She clamped a bridge player over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake 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 rub down her
own knocker."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the border. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't wrench out, Daddy. Don't draw in out."

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

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good shots into her, then my
prick continued to pulsate for another minute as my senior high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my glossa into her mouthpiece and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small soundbox 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 face of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
overtake her breath."Did you like it, dad ?"she
asked.

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

"Daddy !"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 moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that veneration was when I
felt the Same way.

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

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

"What do you desire to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make sexual love again,"she said.
"I want to be your girlfriend."

"Would you be okay with that ?"I asked."I mean, your
mother…"

"I know you love her too,"Jean said."It's okay.
Daddy, I think you're the perfect 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 roll in the hay 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 a good deal
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to gain
odoriferous love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her doorway."I love you, Jean,"I told
her, letting her gaucherie 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
bathroom to houseclean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the remainder of
the night I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a secure day .