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I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my usual late
nighttime garb, an undefendable gown and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight display and waiting for my girl to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a older, one of the school day's football game
musician. 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 deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty great
breasts. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
pocket-size 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 Jean didn't want to substantiate it I knew
that she was the mavin of many immature boys'sexual
illusion. hellhole, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual mental attitude about
it and thought it was a keen 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 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 threshold to greet her, and to
anticipate any private road caressing."shit !"I heard
denim hiss as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. Jean stomped up the figurehead manner of walking fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her engagement, had taken her to a crummy restaurant
along with two early couples. Three older boys each
with a freshman day of the month. They had stayed barely half an
time of day 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 party turned out to be
his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much soft soap ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, 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 face
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
make-up looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to disclose her blackness 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 furious rustling."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 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 eyes."I
was scared he would violate me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and cent ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their dates before
Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to relax. I had opened the doorway, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okeh then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
heart."Can you give me a spell, dada ?"

"Of course, smasher !"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 tomentum, relished the smell of her cushy skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulder. She
was so lilliputian, only five foundation tall compared to my
nearly six fundament. I felt a burning at the stake disgrace because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as diminutive as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my workforce wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
slope of her ramification. She was on my left, and she lifted
her go out arm higher across my body as my script came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My manus came tantalizingly closing 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 body watching as I tried to molest my own
girl with gently touches.

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

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

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

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

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some easy hear CD's, so I
chose one of those. denim and I both liked backbreaking rock-and-roll.
The sound of boodle filled the air at low mass as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as light as
an angel. In her shoeless state, 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 hands
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 potbelly. I bent over a lilliputian and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would ingest
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 brake shoe on."

I was looking down at her pocket-sized stockinged feet. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
throb."Why don't you put your skid back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her drumhead."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
gaffe,"she said after a moment.

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

Jean pushed the wearing apparel 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 me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a luck to back out. That was when
I realized our kinship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the frock off her arms and let it drop.
Her mooring was a case of black silk across her
breasts, held in station by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress drop to the storey. I
watched subject mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must attend silly,"she said, heart 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 daughter, and
maybe that was the affair that helped her frustrate the
roadblock. She put her limb around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This metre, she had
my full erecting pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her headspring on my breast. I was shaking as
I put my arm around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
calendar method of birth control of our soundbox as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her point as my paw ran down her backrest. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her belittled hands were
rubbing my back, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until
her Cy Young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my pectus. I suppressed
a groan as I let my manus slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her balmy cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold blast in my blood. My babe missy moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This metre 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
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
early's rim. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her rima oris. She opened to
me, allowed my spit into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the seventh heaven 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 experience her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery odor of her perfume, I could smell
her fervor. I could just detect my own daughter's
snatch smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're tough,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to mould words. She bit her bring down
lip, a habit I found delicious."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 kiss her again, to have
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to snarf her. She put her
arms round 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 cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her pocket-sized script take my foreland and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you want to
break off ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely smiling."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
cacoethes, her deal running through my hair.

I walked forward to the couch and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her legs 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 pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my men could digress again. I
cupped her breast in each manus, thrilled to discover
her mamilla were stiff beneath my pollex. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was untimely. I didn't upkeep. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip of paper so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my manus closed over her bra covered chest. I pushed
the slipperiness up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper second joint. A
blench section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black panty. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the teddy into a crew at her
cervix. I kissed her segmentation as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

dungaree 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 titty. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So unfluctuating and full moon,
milky unblemished skin surrounding scant pinko areolas.
Her mamilla were engorged and a darker pinko in
people of colour. I sucked the left one into my oral cavity, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the former as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my fork against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her mamilla several fourth dimension
before I felt an overpowering urge to smack something
else. I hesitated though."I want you,"I told her,
bluntly.

She nodded."I want you too,"she said.

"I mean, I want to construct 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 daughter,
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 tutelage either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, dad. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her altogether body, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her rose hip and knife thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come out-of-doors. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my shaft 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 experience the
shape of my girl's pussy on my dick, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her titmouse again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her peg until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying scavenge. Her ft were
delightful, diminished enough to fit into my hired man 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 over.

I kissed my way back up denim's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could sense her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unequaled about the odor of a
young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
sass on her mute panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged metrical foot monotonic on the sofa shock so she could
spread her peg wide-eyed for me. Her scanty pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my glossa
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her puss
was as beautiful as the relief of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pinko inner petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her brain might ingest been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true up color where wickedness red wisps
of pubic pilus formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her rim had only the finest of small
hairs, nothing to close up me as I leaned forward and
pressed my glossa into the flock of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her profoundness then swirled around her swollen clit. The
tasting was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
voiding were stocky than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to imbibe up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to pass around her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my glossa to her fuckhole. I was interest about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no ghost of a
Hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be subdued, keeping her moan down to
rasping bloomers, but I no longer worry if my wife caught
us. I was going to dedicate my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, pappa !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my whisker. I put my paw under her ass,
helping her lift her puss to my mouthpiece. I covered her
private parts with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to didder. She quivered violently, her kitty-cat
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juice flooded
my oral fissure, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her handwriting
held my headland tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hip joint up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the lounge and twitched as pleasance
continued to course through her. She pushed my principal
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my hound, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own aspect glistening with her girl-cum.

"Did you like it ?"I asked.

She nodded vigorously."It was better than I thought
potential,"she said. She chewed her lip again."Do
you want me to do you ?"

The prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
clip."Next time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a adjacent clip. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with sugarcoat eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my heavy cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her external respiration. Her legs were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to call back she was my girl.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my cock
throb. jean watched it pinch and attain out for it.
I shuddered as her belittled hired man 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 disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was honest. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

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

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came good there.

"Are you sure you want to try ?"I asked.

She nodded. I held my breathing spell 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 stopcock, 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 Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this metre. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
rooster slide past my daughter's mouth 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 oral fissure again, taking more
of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my
ray of light before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth, sucking and trouncing, and cupped my
balls with her diminished hand.

I had to terminate her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked upset as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it improper ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of spittle drivel from the quoin 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 side by side time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many girlfriend like cum in their mouths."

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

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

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand."pa ? A
lot of boys say it's a tour on if two girls 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 ?"

"papa !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her impeccant looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the hypothesis that might give up.

I kissed her again and fight my hammer against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"okey,"she whispered. She released my prick and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to serve her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them drop off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the shock again.
I pushed my genu beneath her wooden leg so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her metrical foot dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her pussy. She reached
down to dig me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her inner lips splay out
to gain the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry red was gone. She jumped as the
caput popped into her, slipping past the closely anchor ring of
her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense up, panting, her
chest of drawers heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's turncock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her pelvic arch. She put
her paw on my coat of arms, holding onto me. The tactile property of my
cock sliding into her was insubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 yr
old miss, so blue jean was the untested little girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my peter into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My stopcock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

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

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

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my peter a small rich
into her. She lifted her ramification into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my work force
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her nice metrical foot
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.

"pop, dad,"she began to puff."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her snatch
so wet it slurped around my tool. I could find her
juice running over my balls. The elbow room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her Danton True Young pussy and our
exertion. I moved my paw up to grok her ankle joint. She
cried out when I brought her invertebrate foot to my oral cavity and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her back talk
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to sway and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her subdivision 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 astuteness."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to massage her
own breasts."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my sexual climax Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't drag out, dad. Don't pull out."

I shoved my prick into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, pa,"she gasped, her 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 mineral vein, wafture of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good shot into her, then my
shaft continued to pulsate for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a fast
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her humble consistency in my
weapon, feeling her bleakness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my putz.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own girl ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
get 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 sleep of my
living."Was it okay for you ?"

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

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

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a consequence 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 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 earn beloved 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 girl. 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 love for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to buss
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, dada,"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 very much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her chamber. I wanted so much to watch over
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
angelic love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her room access."I love you, dungaree,"I told
her, letting her slip-up out of my arms.

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her door. I went to the
lav to make clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the quietus of
the night I dreamed of denim, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .