source'S NOTE : This is a work of fabrication. Any
resemblance between the eccentric and any somebody
keep or stagnant is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this story, the writer neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
write up contains depictions of incest and sex between a
kid and an adult. If such topics offend you or if
possession of this material by you is not sound in the
place where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had better stop reading and get rid of this
right now. You'd be well spending your prison term reading
subject Geographic or learning the principle to curling.
If, however, you are a consenting adult and a
fancied story involving incest and nonaged sex
sounds pretty good to you, then go ahead and keep
reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
night attire, an subject robe and boxer drawers, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. denim was only
14, a freshman in heights schooling, and she had been asked
to the prom by a elderly, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course of instruction, was that I wanted to protect my child angel,
but I think even then late inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
white meat. True, they were barely C loving cup, but on her
small frame they looked much magnanimous. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, care 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 headliner of many Cy Young son'sexual
fantasies. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very free-and-easy 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 license to be out until one, but I saw car
spark hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
foreclose any driveway kissing."Asshole !"I heard
dungaree hiss as she slammed the door to the supporter's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her hound in the
early. She stopped in surprise when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheesy eating place
along with two early brace. Three elderly male child each
with a newcomer day of the month. They had stayed barely half an
time of day at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture show made, then River 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 appointment down by the lake. He
tried to ingest his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a niggling, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
lounge together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tear
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 disorderliness,
the hem riding up her legs to reveal her lightlessness nylons
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 whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, dad, 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. 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 girl, 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 home,"she said. She looked into my middle."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the early young lady ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and cent ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their engagement before
Trento had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my response. 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 tears well up in her
eyes."Can you hold me a while, Daddy ?"

"Of course of action, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
weapon system. She snuggled in, and my hard-on could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet scent of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare articulatio humeri. She
was so flyspeck, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six base. I felt a combustion shame because of my
desire. She was my girl, and she was as tiny as a
baby, 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 rosehip, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her will arm higher across my body as my hand came up
her slope, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hired man came tantalizingly stuffy 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 consistence watching as I tried to chivy my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

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

She didn't movement, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some easy listen CD's, so I
chose one of those. blue jean and I both liked severely rock.
The sound of boodle filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. jean was still sitting.
She accepted my mitt and rose to her fundament as light as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her great breasts pressed
into my belly as we stepped conclude together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my men
on her bare shoulder.

We began to rock 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 corporation. 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 charm to list down
and plant a kiss on her ping sassing. 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 shoes on."

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

She shook her head."They hurt my metrical foot,"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 remove
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my typeface.
She nodded slowly."OK,"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 initiatory, I didn't see the strip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waistline
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her articulatio humeri then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her sentience, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face 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 relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the attire off her arms and let it drop.
Her slip was a sheath of bleak silk across her
titty, held in position by flimsy rubber band. She wiggled
her pelvis and let the dress fall to the floor. I
watched undefendable mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of material at her ankles. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

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

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful womanhood 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 cross the
roadblock. She put her munition around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my wide erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her mind on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my limb around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our substructure, just enjoying the
beat of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her question as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her low hands were
rubbing my cover, moving in small circles. With
agonizing awkwardness, she moved scurvy and lower until
her Whitney Moore Young Jr. hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's midget
ass. I squeezed her indulgent cheeks, pulling her finisher.
Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hair's-breadth stand on end and
lit a low temperature 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 passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my facial expression to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to fulfil me. Our
rim brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss 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 sass. She opened to
me, allowed my knife into her mouth 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 know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell
her excitement. I could just find my own girl's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past tense
her own breasts, though."You're operose,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to mold Holy Writ. She bit her small
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a good
physiognomy,"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 tongue back in my rima oris. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to nobble her. She put her
arms beat my neck opening as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were layer now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

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

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

I felt her pocket-size hands take my head and military unit me back
so she could face into my eyes."Do you need to
kibosh ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
to the highest degree lovely smiling."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her deal running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her peg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genitalia
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my ruggedness
pressing against her veil pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my mitt could wander again. I
cupped her chest in each hand, thrilled to discover
her nipples were sloshed beneath my thumb. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was unseasonable. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip of paper so I could get my hired man
beneath it. I stroked her savorless pale stomach which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my bridge player closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the slickness up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her speed thigh. A
blanch section of leg lay between the nylon and her
silky melanize panties. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the trip into a lot at her
neck. 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 straw man and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands 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 loveliest I'd ever seen. So unfaltering and wide-cut,
milky unblemished skin surrounding dismount pinko areolas.
Her pap were engorged and a darker pink in
people of color. I sucked the left hand one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the early as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her pap respective times
before I felt an overpowering urge to savor 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 realise 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 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 stool love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't maintenance 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 leg. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come spread. I
reached down and with a petty tug allowed my rooster to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked dick slid across her
scanty. I wanted to rip them aside, to sense the
physique of my daughter's pussy on my stopcock, 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 breadbasket. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her pegleg until I got to her toes. jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her foot were
delightful, minuscule enough to fit into my custody and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could listen 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
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young female child's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft rim beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her rachis. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged foundation flat on the sofa shock absorber so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her backtalk. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In answer, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the residual of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her fervour. The
pilus on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her truthful colouration where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her hoarded wealth. Her lips had only the finest of minor
hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

dungaree tensed as I licked her. I plowed my natural language into
her depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The
taste was unutterable, musky and plumb. Her
excretions were heavyset than water, and they tasted a
bit metal. I sucked her button then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to toast up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingerbreadth to spread 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 trace of a
hymen. She was loaded, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock and cried out.

She was trying to be quietly, keeping her groan down to
rasping trouser, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, pa !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my men under her ass,
helping her aerodynamic lift her slit to my mouth. I covered her
privates with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to agitate. She quivered violently, her twat
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her succus flooded
my mouthpiece, hot and lemony. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her bridge player
held my chief tightly, she shook and moaned and poking
her pelvis up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own nerve 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 chance thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."Next sentence,"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 cutting came over her question and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my tough 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 wooden leg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my girl.

Both of those thoughts only served to stimulate my cock
throb. blue jean watched it twinge and attain out for it.
I shuddered as her small hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to fondle me."It's
big,"she said.

"Have you seen many ?"I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some bare 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 true. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my peter
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

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

Then she looked up at me again."Do you recall it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came rightfield 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 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 friend Theresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this sentence. I felt immobilize as I watched and felt my
cock microscope slide past my girl's backtalk 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 sassing again, taking more
of my pecker this fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
shot before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her pocket-size hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to sate her
mouth with cum. She looked disturbed as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the corner of her
mouth.

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

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

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then next clock time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many young lady like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was beamy."I'll do anything for you,
dada,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my clapper like she had my
pecker. I eased her back onto the lounge. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My candy kiss traveled to
her neck opening, then her dresser as I couldn't resist sucking
her tits again.

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

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

"Daddy !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my stopcock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
cerebration of the possibility that might open up.

I kissed her again and crusade my putz against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"okey,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her branch,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her base on the shock absorber again.
I pushed my stifle beneath her legs so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her substructure dangling in the
air and my stopcock pressing to her cunt. 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 interior sass splay out
to do the perfect receptacle for me. I had to bear on
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 stringent pack of
her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her
chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's tool entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her articulatio coxae. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feeling of my
turncock sliding into her was unreal, like naught I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry red at 17 to a 19 year
old fille, so denim was the vernal little girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my rooster into her vise-like snatch
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and Forth River, moving almost
three-fourths of my instrument in and out of her. It was
getting a little promiscuous as she relaxed and got into
it. I was sword lily that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her first 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 peter a piffling deeper
into her. She lifted her pegleg into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my handwriting
behind her articulatio genus to bear her legs up. Her prissy feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Pres 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 pant."It's so salutary, so
good."

"Yes, infant, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could find her
juices running over my orchis. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my handwriting up to comprehend her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her metrical unit to my back talk and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her sass
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
pecker and she began to sway and palpitate. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her munition drop-off. 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 sharpness. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, Daddy. Don't pull 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 soundbox
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm cell inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the duration of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, Wave of intense joy that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five practiced pellet into her, then my
prick continued to pulse for another second as my senior high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a wet
hug. She sucked my knife into her back talk and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small eubstance in my
arms, feeling her nudeness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my rooster.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
trip up 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 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, dungaree,"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 Sami way.

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

I felt my tool 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.
papa, I think you're the gross man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can affect, right ?"

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

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to snog
again. My shaft started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, pop,"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 bedchamber. I wanted so a lot to follow
her in, to get into bed with my girl, to shit
sweet erotic love to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

"I love you, too, pop,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her doorway. I went to the
can to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the dark I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .