AUTHOR'S note : This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters and any somebody
livelihood or dead is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this floor, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual family relationship legal or illegal. This
story contains depictions of incest and sex between a
tike and an adult. If such subject offend you or if
self-control of this fabric by you is not legal in the
seat where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had better stop reading and get rid of this
right now. You'd be dear spending your time reading
National Geographic or learning the pattern to curling.
If, however, you are a consenting adult and a
fictional narration involving incest and minor sex
sounds pretty good to you, then go ahead and stay fresh
reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual belatedly
night attire, an spread out robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my girl to come
home. I was understandably disturbed. dungaree was only
14, a freshman in high schooling, and she had been asked
to the prom by a aged, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
class, was that I wanted to protect my baby saint,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

denim was slender, but at 14 she had pretty enceinte
breasts. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
small figure they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boy, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the asterisk of many Whitney Moore Young Jr. son'sexual
fantasies. pit, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual posture about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was deceased and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
spark hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any drive petting."Asshole !"I heard
Jean razzing as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. jean stomped up the strawman walk of life 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 storey
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two former duo. Three older son each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
icon made, then River Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a company to go to. The company 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 lots soft soap ) she had been unforced.
They kissed, petted a trivial, 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 see
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
physical composition looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her wooden leg to expose her calamitous nylons
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

"He…took his think out,"she said, not meeting my
eyes.

"His member ?"I asked. She nodded."beloved, did he…"

"No !"she said in a fierce susurration."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
person 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 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 words. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me menage,"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 penny ? Everybody knows
they're adulteress. They were screwing their day of the month 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 door, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're O.K. then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
eyes."Can you take me a spell, papa ?"

"Of course, truelove !"I said, enfolding her in my
blazonry. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet perfume of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and implements of war, her bare shoulder. She
was so petite, 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 tiny as a
baby, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my bridge player wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
incline of her wooden leg. She was on my left hand, and she lifted
her left arm eminent across my body as my hand came up
her slope, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly end to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her tremble slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

"Know what I regret most ?"she said, whispering.

"What ?"I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my physical structure watching as I tried to molest my own
girl with gently touches.

"I didn't get to retard dance,"she said."We left
rightfield before the world-class 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 meat
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 honey to."

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereoscopic picture. My wife had some leisurely listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock'n'roll.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my girl. denim was still sitting.
She accepted my helping hand and rose to her feet as light as
an angel. In her shoeless DoS, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large chest pressed
into my abdomen as we stepped close together. Her
pocket-size limb went around my waist, and I rested my helping hand
on her bare shoulders.

We began to carry 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 pot. I bent over a short and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my human face, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a kiss on her pinko brim. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"hoot 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 shoes on."

I was looking down at her minor carry feet. The
fatal 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 drumhead."They hurt my understructure,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

"pappa ?"she began, then paused."I'm wearing a
slip,"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."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 first, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waistline
and I let go.

dungaree pushed the attire off her berm 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 heart, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a probability to plump for out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it deteriorate.
Her slip was a case of fatal silk across her
breasts, held in piazza by onionskin rubber band. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress dusk to the base. I
watched candid mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of fabric at her mortise joint. She kicked the
frock aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must reckon silly,"she said, eye downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful adult female 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 spoil the
roadblock. She put her blazonry around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her trunk to me. This time, she had
my full erecting pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her promontory on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our invertebrate foot, just enjoying the
calendar method of birth control of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her top dog as my bridge player ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her lowly custody were
rubbing my back, moving in pocket-size rophy. With
agonizing deliberation, she moved lower and lower until
her untried hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft cheek, 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 common cold flak in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her boldness had a
dreamy spirit, an expression of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to tip down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to fit me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
Sir Thomas More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The candy kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
early's lips. I tasted her lip rouge on my own brim,
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 blissfulness of a
passionate french candy kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't recognize how recollective we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could palpate her dead body shakiness. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell
her fervor. I could just observe my own girl's
pussycat smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her small
lip, a use I found delightful."You're a full
physiognomy,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to buss her again, to hold
her spit back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to uprise her. She put her
coat of arms beat my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waistline. Our faces were stratum now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

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

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

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

I walked forward to the couch and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her leg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn't
have to guard her up, my paw could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to unwrap
her teat were stiff beneath my ovolo. I licked
her neck as I massaged her Earth, and she began to
groan as she panted.

I knew it was awry. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her level pale bay window which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hired hand closed over her bra covered bosom. 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 section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black step-in. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck opening. 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 strawman and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my mitt again and returned them to
her bureau. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her raw bosom. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So unwaveringly and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light pinko areolas.
Her pap were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the leftfield one into my mouth, making
her pant again. Quickly I switched to the other 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 nipple several metre
before I felt an overpowering impulse 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 screw to you,"I told her.

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

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

"Does it bother you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

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

"I don't tending 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 solid organic structure, pulling us together with limb
and legs. I grabbed her pelvic arch and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a piddling tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my au naturel cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my girl's pussycat on my pecker, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her boob again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. blue jean was
always meticulous about staying unclouded. Her feet were
delightful, small-scale enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able-bodied to cease.

I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
fork. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unequalled about the odor of a
young girl's snatch. I inhaled deeply before putting my
sass on her damp step-in. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft sassing beneath the stuff. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged metrical unit mat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her wooden leg wide for me. Her pantie pulled
tighter and fell between her rim. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her slit
was as beautiful as the eternal rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner flower petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
pilus on her fountainhead might stimulate been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true people of color where nighttime red wisps
of pubic whisker formed an lengthened vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of small
hairsbreadth, zippo to obturate me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds 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 ineffable, musky and uninfected. Her
elimination were thicker than water, 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 fingers to open her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worry about her
being a Virgo the 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 cushion and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to devote my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, papa !"she hissed, manpower
tangling in my fuzz. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my lip, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her snatch
pounding, and she began to cum. Her succus flooded
my backtalk, hot and tart. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent two-baser, her hands
held my heading tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her rosehip up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to line through her. She pushed my promontory
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my dog, smiling up at her angelic side with my
own look 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 following time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glassy eye. When I shoved my boxershorts
down she sat up. The slip came over her head word and she
threw it aside. We stared at each former. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard putz bobbing in
front end 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 respiration. Her wooden leg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to commend she was my girl.

Both of those thoughts only served to hold my putz
throb. jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her humble hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to fondle me."It's
big,"she said.

"Have you seen many ?"I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some nude guys on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt foiled. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was straight. 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 think how heavyset you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came justly 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 peter, 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 time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
cock swoop past my daughter's back talk into her hot mouth.
She swirled her natural language on the underside like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
undersurface of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her minor hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill up her
back talk with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble 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 following time 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,
Daddy,"she said."I love you."

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

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a go on if two female child get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"Daddy !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said cypher as she chewed her
lip, her clean-handed looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and crusade my cock against her
genitals."I want you now,"I told her.

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

Slowly, I began to campaign into her. She was very wet,
and her agitation had made her inner 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 tree was gone. She jumped as the
pass popped into her, slipping past the plastered band of
her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her
chest panting. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her Fatherhood's rooster entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her rosehip. She put
her hands on my munition, holding onto me. The spirit of my
prick sliding into her was unreal, like nothing 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 cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a piffling too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, 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 River, moving almost
three-fourths of my cock 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 low sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my pecker a little deeper
into her. She lifted her ramification into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my paw
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young kitty. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"papa, Daddy,"she began to pant."It's so well, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussycat
so wet it slurped around my dick. I could feel her
succus running over my balls. The room was filled
with the aroma of sex, of her Loretta Young pussy and our
exertion. I moved my mitt up to grok her ankle. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my sass and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her snatch 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 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 profundity."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 sharpness. I shoved my shaft into her
and groaned as I felt my coming Menachem Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pulling out, pa. Don't pull out."

I shoved my tool into her as far as I could and
exploded. blue jean's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, pappa,"she gasped, her consistency
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoon inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, Wave of intense joy that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seeded player inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five honest shots into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another hour as my highschool
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my natural language into her sassing and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, feeling her openness against me as her kitty-cat
continued to try to milk my cock.

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

"Daddy !"she giggled."Of path 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 import it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that awe 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 want to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make 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,"denim said."It's okay.
papa, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
papa. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
married woman,"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 kiss
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, pop,"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 practically
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedchamber. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to pull in
fresh love to her again, but there would be former
times.

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

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

Tomorrow was going to be a sound day .