Prom Night ( 2 )


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endorses sexual relationships sound or illegal. This
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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my common late
night attire, an open robe and boxer underdrawers, watching
the Tonight appearance and waiting for my girl to hail
home. I was understandably disturbed. Jean was only
14, a entrant in high schoolhouse, and she had been asked
to the prom by a elder, one of the shoal's football game
actor. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then thick inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

blue jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty gravid
tit. True, they were barely C cup, but on her
small form they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, aid I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if dungaree didn't want to recognize it I knew
that she was the asterisk of many Danton True Young boys'sexual
phantasy. hell on earth, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was gone and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
Christ Within hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the room access to recognise her, and to
foreclose any driveway kissing."Asshole !"I heard
Jean razzing as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. denim stomped up the front paseo fuming, holding
the hem of her frock in one hand and her heel in the
other. She stopped in storm 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.
Trento, her particular date, had taken her to a loud restaurant
along with two other mates. Three aged boys each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the saltation, not even long enough to get their
movie made, then River Trent 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 let his way with her, and at maiden ( she
admitted, after much blarney ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
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 look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hairsbreadth and ruined
war paint looked sexy to me. Her nightdress was in confusedness,
the hem riding up her legs to disclose 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 fierce whisper."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 illusion 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 front line 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 rape me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and cent ? Everybody knows
they're slattern. They were screwing their date before
Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my response. 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 okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some split well up in her
eyes."Can you hold me a patch, Daddy ?"

"Of form, knockout !"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 hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and weapons system, her bare shoulders. She
was so petite, only five foot magniloquent compared to my
nearly six pes. I felt a combustion shame 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 hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her coxa, down the
sides of her leg. She was on my left wing, and she lifted
her left arm higher across my consistence as my hand came up
her incline, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly closing to her bosom,
then moved away. I felt her shake 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 physical structure watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

I should have 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 married woman had some wanton listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. dungaree and I both liked intemperate tilt.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her infantry as fire up as
an backer. In her shoeless state, the top of her capitulum
came only to my chest, and her with child tit pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
small arms went around my shank, and I rested my custody
on her bare shoulder.

We began to rock to the euphony, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my hard-on down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to have sex what was pressing
against her stomach. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her point. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my fount, and I was so very tempted to be given down
and plant life a candy kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"shit frock,"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 horseshoe on."

I was looking down at her humble sprout infantry. 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 shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out terpsichore to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your garb off ?"I ventured, feeling oestrus in my face.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At beginning, I didn't see the eluding, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her shank
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulder joint then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her 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 chance to gage out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to switch
forever.

She pushed the wearing apparel off her sleeve and let it drop down.
Her berth was a sheath of fatal silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. I
watched loose 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 look silly,"she said, eyes downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful cleaning lady I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a fair sex, not a female child, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her spoil the
roadblock. She put her munition around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my full hard-on pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her mind on my bureau. I was shaking as
I put my subdivision around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
rhythm of our consistence as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her headspring as my paw ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her low hands were
rubbing my back, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and turn down until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a groan as I let my hands slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft boldness, pulling her finisher.
Jean gasped and tightened her delay on my ass. Then
she made a auditory sensation that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my blood. My sister miss moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an locution of passion. This time I
did not waver to lean down, bringing my typeface to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to assemble me. Our
lips brushed each early lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's mouth. I tasted her lipstick on my own brim,
and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her lip and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the walking on air of a
passionate Daniel Chester 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 peter was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body vibration. And, just
above the flowery odour of her scent, I could reek
her agitation. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're laborious,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form quarrel. She bit her lower
lip, a use I found delightful."You're a good
smiler,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to osculate her again, to have
her glossa back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to rescind her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waistline. Our faces were spirit level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my osculation traveled across
her boldness to her neck.

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

I felt her minor hands take my head and forcefulness me back
so she could wait into my heart."Do you want to
stop ?"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 manpower running through my hairsbreadth.

I walked forward to the couch and set over, lowering
her to the shock absorber. 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 slit. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hired man could thread again. I
cupped her breasts in each bridge player, thrilled to chance upon
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her world, 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 plane pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand 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 upper thigh. A
sick division of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky total darkness panties. Then her marvellous body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck. I kissed her segmentation as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

Jean 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 chest. I stared into her middle as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breast. They
were the adorable I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas.
Her mamilla were engorged and a darker pink in
vividness. I sucked the left wing one into my sassing, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the former as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my private parts against her. She squeezed me with
her wooden leg. I suckled each of her tit several meter
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 lie with 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 dad, so if you think it's wrong…"

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

"You don't ?"

"Jean, I want to take in have intercourse to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her hale body, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her coxa and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come unfold. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my rooster to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked rooster slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to palpate the
shape of my daughter's pussy on my cock, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her mamilla again, then continued to her potbelly. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. dungaree was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her pes were
delightful, small enough to fit into my helping hand and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could try us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able-bodied to end.

I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
genitalia. I could smell out her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the aroma of a
unseasoned miss's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
backtalk on her damp panty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lips beneath the textile. She gasped and
arched her cover. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged metrical unit flat on the lounge cushions so she could
spread her wooden leg wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her mouth. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In reply, I pulled her step-in aside. Her cunt
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hairsbreadth on her headspring might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true coloring material where dark red wisps
of pubic fuzz formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her rim had only the ok of small
hairs, nothing 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 intumesce clitoris. The
taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
excretions were compact 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 fingers to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my lingua to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no tincture of a
virginal membrane. She was sozzled, though, and I had to stuff my
lingua into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my married woman caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, manpower
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her snatch to my mouth. I covered her
private parts with my mouth, French people kissing her cunt as she
began to escape from. She quivered violently, her twat
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juice flooded
my mouth, hot and lemonlike. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent-grass double, her hands
held my straits tightly, she shook and moaned and force
her pelvic girdle up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to class through her. She pushed my nous
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 prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."Next time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next fourth dimension. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glass eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The pillowcase came over her promontory and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my punishing cock bobbing in
figurehead of her. I couldn't believe the mickle I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her pegleg 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 seduce my cock
throb. jean watched it jerk and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her modest script 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 au naturel guy rope 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 true. She
shook her heading, continuing to stroke my hammer
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 believe 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 there.

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

She nodded. I held my intimation as she scooted forward
on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I
wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the end of my stopcock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my response."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 backtalk
this time. I felt stock-still as I watched and felt my
tool slide past my daughter's back talk 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 cavity again, taking more
of my cock this meter. She made it halfway down my
jibe before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my dig and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to break off 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
trickle of spit drivel 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 sentence I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was radiant."I'll do anything for you,
pop,"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
peter. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My buss traveled to
her neck, then her chest as I couldn't resist sucking
her bosom again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whispering. She
squeezed my turncock as it surged in her hand."dada ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two girl get
together. Does it bend 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 cock in her manus. I said nix as she chewed her
lip, her free looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might unfold up.

I kissed her again and advertise my cock against her
fork."I want you now,"I told her.

"okay,"she whispered. She released my hammer and began
pushing her pantie down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her stage,
letting them dangle off one ankle joint. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her pes on the cushion again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her second joint
draped across mine, leaving her base dangling in the
air and my peter pressing to her snatch. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to advertize into her. She was very wet,
and her agitation had made her inner lips splay out
to prepare 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 tree was gone. She jumped as the
caput popped into her, slipping past the sloshed ring of
her opening.

I continued to tug. denim was tense up, panting, her
chest heave. She kept looking from my boldness to her
crotch, watching her male parent's hammer entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her bridge player on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
pecker sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so Jean was the young girl I'd ever
fucked. I got one-half my rooster into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My turncock, 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-quarters of my instrument in and out of her. It was
getting a little promiscuous as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her outset sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my putz a lilliputian deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my intrusion. I put my paw
behind her knees to throw her legs up. Her overnice metrical foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved difficult
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 good, so
good."

"Yes, sister, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my dick. I could feel her
juices running over my clump. The room was filled
with the sense of smell of sex, of her Lester Willis Young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my deal up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her metrical foot to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
dick and she began to shake and pulsate. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her limb drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my cock out to the verge 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 border. I shoved my dick into her
and groaned as I felt my sexual climax Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't clout out, Daddy. Don't rip out."

I shoved my stopcock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's heart widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my peter as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, wave of acute pleasure that radiated from
where my dick was spewing source inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five adept shots into her, then my
hammer continued to pulse for another minute as my eminent
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a blotto
hug. She sucked my lingua into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small soundbox in my
sleeve, feeling her bareness 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 looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her breath."Did you like it, papa ?"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 line 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 Lapplander way.

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

I felt my turncock 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 lovemaking 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,"blue 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 have intercourse for you to be my girlfriend."

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

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.
It was amazing my married woman hadn't caught us with as often
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to give
odorous love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her threshold."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 elbow room and closed her room access. I went to the
toilet to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the night I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .
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