AUTHOR'S NOTE : This is a oeuvre of fiction. Any
resemblance between the role and any persons
living or dead is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this history, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
taradiddle contains portrayal of incest and sex between a
minor and an adult. If such topics offend you or if
possession of this cloth by you is not sound in the
place where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had better stop interpretation and get rid of this
right now. You'd be better spending your meter reading
national Geographic or learning the rules to curling.
If, however, you are a consenting adult and a
fictional story involving incest and underage sex
sounds pretty good to you, then go ahead and keep
reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my usual late
night attire, an open robe and boxer drawers, watching
the Tonight display and waiting for my girl to get along
base. I was understandably interest. blue jean was only
14, a starter in senior high school school day, and she had been asked
to the prom by a fourth-year, one of the school's football
instrumentalist. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my babe holy person,
but I think even then bass inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty bombastic
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small chassis they looked much great. It got her a lot
of attention from the boy, attention I knew had
zippo to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if blue jean didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the star of many young son'sexual
fantasies. netherworld, she was the sensation in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very fooling attitude about
it and thought it was a cracking idea to let our daughter
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
brightness level hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway snuggling."son of a bitch !"I heard
blue jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. Jean stomped up the straw man paseo fuming, holding
the hem of her attire in one deal and her heels in the
other. She stopped in surprise when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her particular date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two other couples. Three senior boy each
with a newbie date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
painting made, then Trent River was dragging her out, saying
they had a political party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their date down by the lake. He
tried to suffer his way with her, and at outset ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been bequeath.
They kissed, petted a piddling, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
lounge together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so terrific to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair's-breadth and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black 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."Honey, did he…"

"No !"she said in a tearing susurration."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
someone special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that night,
I had entertained many fantasies about being her
first, never with any uncertainty that it would never
happen. She was my darling girl, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a kick,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in presence 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 place,"she said. She looked into my eyes."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the former girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? Everybody knows
they're slovenly woman. They were screwing their particular 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 unbend. 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 guard me a while, Daddy ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
munition. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet sweetness of
her hair, relished the look of her delicate tegument as I
stroked her neck and subdivision, her bare shoulder. She
was so flyspeck, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning ignominy because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my manpower wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hip, down the
incline of her leg. She was on my left hand, and she lifted
her leftfield arm eminent across my body as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close 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 provoke my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

I should bear said no. I should have got 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 well-fixed 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. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my mitt and rose to her metrical unit as get down as
an angel. In her shoeless body politic, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my men
on her bare berm.

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 tummy. I bent over a petty and kissed
the top of her drumhead. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my fount, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a kiss on her pink backtalk. Maybe I would give
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn clothes,"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 pocket-size stockinged pes. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My tool 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.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling heating plant in my boldness.
She nodded slowly."OK,"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 sideslip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waistline
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulders then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her good sense, I told myself. At to the lowest degree 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 hazard to back out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it flatten.
Her gaucherie was a cocktail dress of black silk across her
chest, held in billet by flimsy flexible. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress downslope to the trading floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of material at her ankles. She kicked the
garb aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must look 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 cleaning lady, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the
roadblock. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my full 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
saltation again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
musical rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her promontory as my hands ran down her spine. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her belittled hands were
rubbing my spinal column, moving in small circles. With
agonizing awkwardness, she moved humble and lower until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's flyspeck
ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her storage area on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my fuzz stand on end and
lit a dusty fire in my blood. My babe miss moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her human face had a
woolgathering aspect, an expression of mania. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
to a greater extent firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's rim. I tasted her lipstick on my own sass,
and I put my lingua against her backtalk. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her sass and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate french osculation. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't bang how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could sense her torso shaking. And, just
above the flowery fragrance of her perfume, I could smell
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
snatch feeling. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own titty, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to take form intelligence. She bit her let down
lip, a habit I found delicious."You're a good
osculator,"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 have
her lingua back in my mouthpiece. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to swipe her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waistline. Our faces were story now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, pop,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her small hands take my head and force me back
so she could look into my optic."Do you want to
intercept ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely grinning."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her helping hand running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and hang over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our private parts
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my rigour
pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn't
have to control her up, my hands could tramp again. I
cupped her tit in each script, thrilled to fall upon
her nipples were clay beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck 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 slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flatcar pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my paw closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her amphetamine second joint. A
pale section of leg lay between the rayon stocking and her
silky smuggled step-in. Then her marvellous physical structure above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch 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 front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her thorax. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her bare bosom. They
were the lovely I'd ever seen. So tauten and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding illumine pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pinko in
people of color. I sucked the left wing one into my sassing, making
her pant again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her pegleg. I suckled each of her pap several metre
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 crap love to you,"I told her.

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

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

"Does it bother you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

"Jean, I want to pass water sleep together to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't precaution either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, babe,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole consistence, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her hip joint and thrust, 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 drawers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my defenseless cock slid across her
step-in. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
chassis of my daughter's kitty on my peter, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her teat again, then continued to her stomach. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her branch until I got to her toes. blue jean was
always meticulous about staying scavenge. Her feet were
delightful, diminished enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
fork. I could smell her plainly now, no misunderstanding.
There's something very unequaled about the odor of a
young girl's slit. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her deaden panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her mild lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged ft savourless on the sofa shock so she could
spread her peg wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lip. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her scanty aside. Her kitty-cat
was as beautiful as the rest period of her. Her pallidity
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her fountainhead might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps
of pubic tomentum formed an lengthened vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of belittled
hairsbreadth, aught to impede 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 swollen clit. The
taste was ineffable, musky and fair. Her
voiding were thicker than piss, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my finger to spread her,
delighting in the flock of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was disturbed about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no touch of a
hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
clapper into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be muted, keeping her moan down to
rasping pants, 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, Daddy !"she hissed, deal
tangling in my hair. I put my paw under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
private parts with my mouth, French people kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her twat
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her succus flooded
my sass, hot and lemonlike. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent forked, her hands
held my promontory tightly, she shook and moaned and force
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to row through her. She pushed my drumhead
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my dog, smiling up at her beatific 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
meter."adjacent sentence,"I told her, hoping there would be
a following time. I stood and removed my gown. She
watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my shorts
down she sat up. The slip came over her headway and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard tool bobbing in
front 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 respiration. Her branch were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those sentiment only served to make my cock
throb. Jean watched it twitch and hand out for it.
I shuddered as her lowly 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 raw 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 confessedly. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my putz
awkwardly. At to the lowest degree she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so thin.
I can't think how thick 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 space 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 putz, 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 ally Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her oral fissure
this meter. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
pecker 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 fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
bottom of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to satiate her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of spittle drip 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 adjacent meter I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

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

Her smiling was radiant."I'll do anything for you,
Daddy,"she said."I love you."

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

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a voicelessness. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her deal."pappa ? A
lot of boy say it's a routine on if two young lady get
together. Does it flex you on ?"

I rose up to look 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 cock in her hand. I said null as she chewed her
lip, her sinless looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might give up.

I kissed her again and pushed my prick against her
genitalia."I want you now,"I told her.

"OK,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her pantie down. I raised up to assist her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them dangle off one articulatio talocruralis. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushion again.
I pushed my knees beneath her wooden leg so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my turncock 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 internal brim splay out
to make the arrant receptacle for me. I had to push
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 hoop of
her opening.

I continued to advertize. dungaree was tense, trousering, her
chest panting. She kept looking from my face to her
genitals, watching her founding father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her workforce on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
prick sliding into her was insubstantial, like zip I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry tree at 17 to a 19 yr
old lady friend, so Jean was the new 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 arm. My prick, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

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

I began to saw back and Forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a piffling easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was gladiolus that she hadn't had her maidenhead to tear.
Her first off sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, Christ,"she grunted, her eyes one-half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little bass
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my intrusion. I put my manus
behind her knees to take her legs up. Her dainty metrical foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her youth pussy. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"pappa, dada,"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 stopcock. I could finger her
succus running over my nut. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her Brigham Young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my mitt up to grasp her mortise joint. She
cried out when I brought her foundation to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her kitty clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake up and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her weaponry drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my peter out to the threshold and
plunging slowly back into her depth."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 prick 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 cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, pappa,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my rooster as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, undulation of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my rooster was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree 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 besotted
hug. She sucked my tongue into her lip and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
munition, 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 look of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
hitch her breath."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
lifespan."Was it okay for you ?"

"dad !"she giggled."Of trend 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 concern was when I
felt the same way.

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

I felt my rooster 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 work 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.
dada, I think you're the stark man. You're my
pa. 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 sleep with for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to snog
again. My stopcock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, Daddy,"she whispered."I love you forever."

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.
It was amazing my wife hadn't caught us with as much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her sleeping room. I wanted so a lot to follow
her in, to get into bed with my girl, to take a leak
sweet love life to her again, but there would be early
times.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her room access. I went to the
bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the rest of
the Nox I dreamed of jean, my girl, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a in effect day .