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I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my usual late
night attire, an afford gown and boxer trunks, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
menage. I was understandably disquieted. Jean was only
14, a newbie in gamy school, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a senior, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course of action, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then deep 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
diminished frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if dungaree didn't want to understand it I knew
that she was the star of many untried son'intimate
illusion. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very fooling attitude about
it and thought it was a majuscule thought to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permit to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to recognize her, and to
forbid any driveway snuggling."arsehole !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the suspensor's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. jean stomped up the front walk of life fuming, holding
the hem of her garb in one hand and her heel in the
other. She stopped in surprise when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her engagement, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two early couples. Three senior boy each
with a freshman appointment. They had stayed barely half an
60 minutes at the dance, not even long enough to get their
word picture made, then Trento was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their engagement down by the lake. He
tried to take in his way with her, and at commencement ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been will.
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
erection. She was so beautiful, so rattling to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
make-up looked sexy to me. Her surgical gown was in mental confusion,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black rayons
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 fierce whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, papa, 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 fancy 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 straw man of me.

"It's okay,"I told her, smiling."I know you use
those Good Book. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me household,"she said. She looked into my centre."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

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

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

"So, you're OK then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
centre."Can you hold me a spell, Daddy ?"

"Of course, peach !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet scent of
her pilus, relished the smell of her soft skin as I
stroked her cervix and arms, her bare articulatio humeri. She
was so tiny, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as bantam as a
child, 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 hips, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left field, and she lifted
her left arm high across my body as my manus came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold sufficiency
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her shiver 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 harry my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow terpsichore,"she said."We left
right before the 1st one."

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

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

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

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some well-situated listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock.
The auditory sensation of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. blue jean was still sitting.
She accepted my paw and rose to her metrical unit as idle as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my bureau, and her tumid tit pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
pocket-size arms went around my waistline, and I rested my men
on her bare articulatio humeri.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to live what was pressing
against her stomach. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her capitulum. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and industrial plant a buss on her pink back talk. Maybe I would take in
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 small stockinged feet. The
dim stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My peter began to
throb."Why don't you put your place back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her head."They hurt my groundwork,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your clothes off ?"I ventured, feeling heating in my expression.
She nodded slowly."OK,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a footstep back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zip and tugged it
down. At first, I didn't see the pillowcase, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

Jean pushed the clothes off her berm then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her horse sense, 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 opportunity to back out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the attire off her arm and let it spend.
Her teddy was a sheath of black silk across her
titty, held in property by flimsy pliant. She wiggled
her hip joint and let the dress fall to the floor. I
watched open 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 count 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 girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This clock time, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her read/write head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dancing again, barely moving our foot, just enjoying the
rhythm of our consistence as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my manpower ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her low hands were
rubbing my back, moving in belittled circles. With
agonizing retardation, she moved lower and lower until
her young hand were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my men slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her voiced cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her cargo area on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a inhuman flak in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
languid look, an expression of passion. This sentence I
did not hesitate to list down, bringing my case to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lip brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
Thomas More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The osculation melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
early's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her sass. She opened to
me, allowed my natural language into her oral fissure and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the seventh heaven of a
passionate French people kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't lie with how tenacious we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my peter was throbbing against
her, and I could experience her trunk shakiness. And, just
above the flowery scent of her essence, I could reek
her excitement. I could just notice my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past tense
her own tit, though."You're laborious,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a right
osculator,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to snog her again, to have
her tongue back in my lip. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to bring up her. She put her
arms troll my neck opening as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were layer now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, pa,"she crooned as my kiss traveled across
her face to her neck.

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

I felt her small bridge player take my head and military unit me back
so she could wait into my eyes."Do you want to
blockade ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely grin."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hands running through my hair's-breadth.

I walked forward to the lounge and hang over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her branch around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our private parts
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my rigour
pressing against her secret pussy. Now that I didn't
have to entertain her up, my deal could stray again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to come across
her mammilla were plastered 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 guardianship. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my bridge player
beneath it. I stroked her compressed picket stomach which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my deal closed over her bra covered white meat. I pushed
the pillowcase up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper berth thigh. A
pale incision of leg lay between the rayons and her
silky calamitous step-in. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the shift into a bunch at her
neck. I kissed her segmentation as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

blue jean took my hired man 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 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 firm and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light garden pink areolas.
Her nipple were engorged and a darker garden pink in
coloring. I sucked the left one into my sassing, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the early as my
finger's breadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her nipple various 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 Daddy, so if you think it's wrong…"

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

"You don't ?"

"Jean, I want to make love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't tutelage 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 physical structure, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her rosehip and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My gown 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 naked cock slid across her
scanty. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
form of my daughter's pussy on my shaft, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her titty again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying sportsmanlike. Her base were
delightful, pocket-size enough to fit into my custody 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
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very singular about the odor of a
immature missy's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
sassing on her deaden panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her flabby lips beneath the stuff. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged foundation matted on the couch cushion so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her panties 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 drub me, Daddy ?"

In answer, I pulled her pantie aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her fairness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitation. The
hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true semblance where dark red wisps
of pubic haircloth formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her gem. Her lips had only the okay of small
hairsbreadth, zippo to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the sheepfold of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her deepness then swirled around her swell clit. The
gustatory modality was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
excreting were wooden-headed than weewee, 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 fingers 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 tight, though, and I had to thrust my
lingua into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock absorber and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moan down to
rasping knickers, but I no longer deal if my married woman caught
us. I was going to collapse my baby an sexual climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, pappa !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hairsbreadth. I put my script under her ass,
helping her elevator her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
fork with my sass, french kissing her bitch as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouthpiece, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly stoop duplicate, her hands
held my head 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 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 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 chance thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
prison term."side by side sentence,"I told her, hoping there would be
a following time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glassy eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The parapraxis came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my intemperately cock bobbing in
strawman of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her scanty and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. 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 prepare my rooster
throbbing. denim watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her small handwriting 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 naked guys on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt defeated. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was dead on target. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my tool
awkwardly. At to the lowest degree she had no experience doing that.

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

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came right on 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 prick, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my response."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My acquaintance Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this clock time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
turncock slide past my daughter's back talk into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a ice lolly, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth 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 licking, and cupped my
balls with her minuscule hand.

I had to hold back her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
dribble of saliva dribble 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 next time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suction you off, Daddy."

"Not many fille like cum in their mouths."

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

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the couch. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My candy kiss 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 peter as it surged in her deal."pappa ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two young woman get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

I rose up to face 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 script. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her sinless looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
mentation of the possibilities that might unfold up.

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

"okeh,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to facilitate her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her ramification,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushion again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her second joint
draped across mine, leaving her fundament dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her twat. 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 hullabaloo had made her internal lips splay out
to make 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
school principal popped into her, slipping past the pie-eyed hoop of
her opening.

I continued to push. jean was tense, panting, her
pectus heaving. She kept looking from my human face to her
crotch, watching her begetter's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The spirit of my
cock sliding into her was unsubstantial, like goose egg I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so dungaree was the youngest lady friend I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like pussy
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My dick, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more than 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 promiscuous as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her for the first time sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, denim,"I moaned, driving my turncock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her leg into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hand
behind her knees to book her leg up. Her dainty 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 pant."It's so estimable, so
good."

"Yes, babe, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her kitty-cat
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her
succus running over my balls. The elbow room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young kitty and our
sweat. I moved my paw up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hired man over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her kitty clamped down on my
rooster and she began to shake and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my cock out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her profoundness."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to massage her
own bosom."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 coming begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, dad. Don't clout out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's oculus widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, daddy,"she gasped, her organic structure
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her kitty-cat pulsed along the length of my tool as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, moving ridge of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my prick was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five in effect nip into her, then my
peter continued to pulse for another instant as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small eubstance in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my prick.

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
trance 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 eternal 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, Jean,"I replied.

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a here and now it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the like way.

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

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

"What do you need to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make honey 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,"denim said."It's okay.
Daddy, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
pop. I'm your girl. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can feign, right ?"

I found myself smiling stupidly."Yes, we can,"I
agreed."I would hump 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 much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her chamber. I wanted so practically to follow
her in, to get into bed with my girl, to make
sweet love to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

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

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .