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I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my usual late
night attire, an open robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably upset. blue jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, one of the school's football
instrumentalist. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
track, was that I wanted to protect my baby Angel Falls,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
knocker. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
minuscule frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the male child, aid I knew had
nil 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 young son'sexual
fantasies. hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a great mind 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 driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the doorway to recognize her, and to
foresee any private road kissing."Asshole !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the room access to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. jean stomped up the social movement walkway fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one mitt and her blackguard in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her particular date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two other couples. Three senior boy each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the terpsichore, not even long enough to get their
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 escort down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been uncoerced.
They kissed, petted a short, 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
erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look
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 uncover 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 River 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 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 plate,"she said. She looked into my eye."I
was scared he would dishonour me, Daddy."

"What about the other miss ?"I asked.

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

"So, you're okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some weeping well up in her
eye."Can you hold in me a while, papa ?"

"Of grade, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
limb. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet scent of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft pelt as I
stroked her neck opening and arms, her bare shoulder. She
was so lilliputian, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a electrocution shame because of my
desire. She was my girl, 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 hips, down the
position of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her leave arm gamy across my body as my hand came up
her face, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly closing curtain to her titty,
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 eubstance watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

"pappa ?"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 motion, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My married woman had some easy heed CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked strong rock-and-roll.
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 feet as illume as
an holy man. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her vauntingly breasts pressed
into my tum as we stepped close together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my deal
on her bare shoulder joint.

We began to persuade to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to sleep with what was pressing
against her corporation. I bent over a slight and kissed
the top of her oral sex. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my typeface, and I was so very charm to angle down
and plant a kiss on her pinkish lips. Maybe I would hold
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 sprout feet. The
fateful stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My putz began to
throb."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heating in my side.
She nodded slowly."okeh,"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 1st, I didn't see the cutting, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her shank
and I let go.

dungaree pushed the apparel off her berm then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to confront me. She
looked into my heart, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our family relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it overlook.
Her shift was a sheath of smuggled silk across her
white meat, held in topographic point by slight flexible. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress gloam to the floor. I
watched undetermined mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of fabric at her ankles. She kicked the
garb 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 charwoman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a char, not a missy, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her foil the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This fourth dimension, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head word on my bureau. I was shaking as
I put my branch around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
calendar method of our dead body as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were
rubbing my cover, moving in small lot. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until
her young paw were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my helping hand slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her easygoing cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her custody on my ass. Then
she made a audio that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy facial expression, an facial expression of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to converge me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The buss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
early's sass. I tasted her lip rouge on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her sass. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the walking on air of a
passionate French people kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't screw how retentive we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could palpate her eubstance shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell
her agitation. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussycat sense of smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're surd,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her low-pitched
lip, a drug abuse 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 stimulate
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to plagiarize her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her ramification around my
waist. Our faces were storey now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, daddy,"she crooned as my osculation traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her diminished hands take my brain and force me back
so she could calculate into my eyes."Do you want to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my read/write head. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hired man running through my haircloth.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her leg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our privates
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my rigour
pressing against her obliterate twat. Now that I didn't
have to agree her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each script, thrilled to discover
her nipples were wet beneath my ovolo. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
groan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't forethought. And neither did
she. I pulled up her miscue so I could get my deal
beneath it. I stroked her vapid pale pot which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hired man 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
pale department of leg lay between the nylons and her
silken black step-in. Then her tremendous eubstance above.
She helped me, pulling the trip into a bunch at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the figurehead and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my custody again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breast. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So unwaveringly and wide-cut,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas.
Her mamilla were engorged and a darker pink in
coloring. I sucked the left field one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the early as my
fingerbreadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her ramification. I suckled each of her tit various fourth dimension
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 spend a penny 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 crap love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, infant,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole body, pulling us together with subdivision
and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my turncock to
jut through the fly of my Boxer. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked tool slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to find the
figure of my daughter's slit 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 tits again, then continued to her tum. I
kissed the form above her stockings, and continued
down her pegleg until I got to her toes. dungaree was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my helping hand 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
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her lenient lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged metrical unit flat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her leg all-embracing 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 lick me, dad ?"

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her puss
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her pallidity
extended right up to where her pinko inner petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her head might take been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongate vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lip had only the finest of minuscule
hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the congregation of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depth then swirled around her swollen clit. The
taste was indescribable, musky and fair. Her
excretions were chummy than water supply, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink in up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my digit to broadcast her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worry about her
being a Virgin in every way, but I found no tracing of a
maidenhead. 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 pipe down, keeping her moan down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to have my baby an sexual climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, script
tangling in my whisker. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my sassing. I covered her
genital organ with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her succus flooded
my back talk, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly dented dual, her hands
held my headspring 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 foreland
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her sainted brass with my
own human 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 outlook thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
clip."Next time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next sentence. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The miscue came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each former. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard tool bobbing in
front man of her. I couldn't believe the mass I had.
All she had on was her scanty 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 commemorate she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my cock
pounding. dungaree watched it twinge and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her lowly hand 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 average,"I told her, knowing it was avowedly. She
shook her question, continuing to stroke my rooster
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so slender.
I can't conceive how thick you are."

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

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

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward
on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I
wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

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

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this sentence. I felt immobilise as I watched and felt my
tool lantern slide past my daughter's sass into her hot mouth.
She swirled her spit on the underside like she
would a 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
cock before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my dig and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and lacing, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to intercept 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 haywire ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribbling from the turning point 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
hope I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many fille like cum in their mouths."

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

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

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

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

"dad !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said nothing 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 afford up.

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

"okay,"she whispered. She released my putz and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them swing off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushion again.
I pushed my genu beneath her branch so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her ft dangling in the
air and my prick pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to tug into her. She was very wet,
and her upheaval had made her interior back talk splay out
to hit the perfect tense 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 tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was strain, panting, her
bureau heaving. She kept looking from my font to her
crotch, watching her begetter's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her coxa. She put
her hands on my weaponry, holding onto me. The feel of my
dick sliding into her was insubstantial, like nada I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 class
old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I'd ever
fucked. I got one-half my turncock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my munition. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her to a greater extent firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

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

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my intrusion. I put my hands
behind her stifle to take for her legs up. Her dainty base
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 in force, so
good."

"Yes, infant, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my peter. I could feel her
juice running over my balls. The elbow room was filled
with the spirit of sex, of her Edward Young pussycat and our
sweat. I moved my mitt up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her human foot to my rima oris and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hired man over her rima oris
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
hammer and she began to excite and pulsate. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her weapon system drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my peter out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her profundity."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to massage her
own breast."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the sharpness. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm Menachem Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't clout out, pop. Don't deplume out."

I shoved my putz into her as far as I could and
exploded. denim's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, pop,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her kitty pulsed along the length of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, wave of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my tool was spewing seeded player inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five honest shots into her, then my
stopcock continued to pulse for another min as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my glossa into her oral fissure and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, feeling her nudeness against me as her twat
continued to try to milk my stopcock.

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

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

"I love you too, blue jean,"I replied.

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

"Oh, god, blue 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 want to do ?"

She smiled."I want to produce 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.
pappa, I think you're the stark man. You're my
pop. 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 love for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to osculate
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, pa,"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 bedroom. I wanted so a great deal to postdate
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
seraphic love to her again, but there would be former
times.

I kissed her at her door."I love you, denim,"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 room access. I went to the
bathroom to strip up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the residue of
the dark I dreamed of blue jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a right day .