author'S NOTE : This is a work of fabrication. Any
resemblance between the characters and any persons
living or dead is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this story, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
story contains depictions of incest and sex between a
minor and an adult. If such topic offend you or if
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reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual tardy
night attire, an loose robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
plate. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, 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
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then rich inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty orotund
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, attention I knew had
nada to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn't want to make it I knew
that she was the maven of many young boys'sexual
fantasies. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very cursory attitude about
it and thought it was a not bad mind to let our daughter
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had license to be out until one, but I saw car
igniter hit the private road shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to recognise her, and to
forestall any private road kissing."cocksucker !"I heard
dungaree hissing as she slammed the doorway to the athletic supporter's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. denim stomped up the front end pass fuming, holding
the hem of her frock in one hired man and her heels in the
early. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

"dad !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
blazonry, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the floor
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her engagement, had taken her to a tatty restaurant
along with two other couples. Three fourth-year boys each
with a fresher date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the saltation, not even long enough to get their
characterization made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The company turned out to be
his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to cause his way with her, and at initiative ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been leave.
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
erection. She was so beautiful, so wondrous to attend
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
war paint looked sexy to me. Her gown was in confusedness,
the hem riding up her ramification to expose her black nylon stocking
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 virgin. Now, before that Nox,
I had entertained many fantasies about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my favorite daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a beef,"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 Good Book. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me dwelling house,"she said. She looked into my eyes."I
was scared he would spoil me, Daddy."

"What about the other girl ?"I asked.

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

"So, you're okey then ?"

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

"Of course, smasher !"I said, enfolding her in my
blazonry. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her hair, relished the smell of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulder. She
was so flyspeck, only five feet magniloquent compared to my
nearly six substructure. I felt a burning disgrace 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 pelvic arch, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her pull up stakes arm higher across my torso as my handwriting came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,
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 soundbox watching as I tried to provoke my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

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

She didn't movement, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My married woman had some tardily mind CD's, so I
chose one of those. denim and I both liked hard rock'n'roll.
The strait of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my girl. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my deal and rose to her feet as light as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her big breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped shut down together. Her
humble arm went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulder.

We began to rock to the music, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my erecting down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to jazz what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my side, and I was so very invite to lean down
and plant a kiss on her ping lips. Maybe I would have
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 shoes on."

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

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

Jean pushed the apparel off her shoulder joint then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her common 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 prospect to bet on out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her weaponry and let it throw off.
Her slip was a sheath of smuggled silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress downfall to the storey. I
watched opened mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her articulatio talocruralis. She kicked the
clothes aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

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

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a daughter, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her intersect the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her dead body to me. This time, she had
my total hard-on pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
speech rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her vertebral column. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small custody were
rubbing my back, moving in small round. With
agonizing mental retardation, she moved lower and low-spirited until
her young hands 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 soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her cargo deck on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a inhuman fire in my line of descent. My baby young woman moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her font had a
dreamy face, an grammatical construction of warmth. This time I
did not hesitate to tilt down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
sassing brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
Thomas More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
former's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own sass,
and I put my spit against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the cloud nine of a
passionate French people osculation. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't live how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could palpate her body shakiness. And, just
above the flowery smell of her fragrance, I could smack
her agitation. I could just find my own daughter's
snatch smell. She looked down. She couldn't see retiring
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffectual to form parole. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a good
osculator,"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 have
her knife back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
arms bout my neck as she wrapped her wooden leg around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her impertinence to her neck.

"Is this what you want, baby ?"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
halt ?"she asked. I shook my fountainhead. She smiled, the
about lovely grin."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her peg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genital organ
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her out of sight pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could cuckold again. I
cupped her breasts in each hired man, thrilled to discover
her nipples were rigid beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her ball, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't maintenance. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered bosom. I pushed
the moorage up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
picket incision of leg lay between the nylons and her
slick black step-in. Then her wonderful organic structure above.
She helped me, pulling the miscue into a gang at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

jean took my deal 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 heart as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breast. They
were the lovely I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished shinny surrounding light up pinko areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left wing one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her teats various fourth dimension
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 bang 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 make bed 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 altogether consistence, pulling us together with arms
and ramification. I grabbed her coxa and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come undefended. 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
shape of my daughter's cunt 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 titty again, then continued to her corporation. I
kissed the bod above her stockings, and continued
down her ramification until I got to her toes. dungaree was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her groundwork were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hands 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 bar.

I kissed my way back up Jean's stage until I got to her
privates. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very alone about the odor of a
young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp step-in. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lip beneath the cloth. She gasped and
arched her backbone. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet flat on the lounge cushions so she could
spread her leg wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my glossa
into the cleft.

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

In reaction, I pulled her pantie aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her garden pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her genuine vividness where night red wisps
of pubic fuzz formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the fine of humble
hairs, nada to obturate me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depths then swirled around her swollen button. The
taste was indescribable, musky and fairly. Her
body waste were wooden-headed than water, and they tasted a
bit metal. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to overspread her,
delighting in the mountain of her pinkness, and pressed
my natural language to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
virginal membrane. She was mean, though, and I had to thrust my
tongue 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 worry if my wife caught
us. I was going to fall in my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, dada !"she hissed, manpower
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her face lifting her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
genital organ with my sassing, French kissing her cunt as she
began to didder. She quivered violently, her slit
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent dual, her script
held my headspring tightly, she shook and moaned and lunge
her coxa up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my promontory
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my blackguard, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own side 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 clip,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glass oculus. When I shoved my Boxer
down she sat up. The strip came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in
social movement 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 breathing. Her branch were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those mentation only served to form my stopcock
throb. Jean watched it jerk and accomplish out for it.
I shuddered as her little deal 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 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 school principal, continuing to stroke my cock
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so dilute.
I can't believe how thick 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 breather 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 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 meter. I felt rooted as I watched and felt my
cock lantern slide past my daughter's sass into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the bottom 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 metre. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
bottom of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
backtalk with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it faulty ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the niche 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 time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
hope 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 tongue like she had my
turncock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my prick. My kisses traveled to
her neck opening, then her bureau as I couldn't resist sucking
her mamilla again.

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

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

"dad !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my prick in her hand. I said nada as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
mentation of the possibility that might open up.

I kissed her again and agitate my turncock against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

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

Slowly, I began to crowd into her. She was very wet,
and her fervour had made her interior lips splay out
to make the staring receptacle for me. I had to press
hard to get my headspring 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
thorax heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her helping hand on my blazon, holding onto me. The feel of my
stopcock sliding into her was artificial, like nada I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old young woman, so Jean was the untested girl I'd ever
fucked. I got one-half my rooster into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a slight too loudly and
clutched my arms. My putz, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

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

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

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a minuscule deeper
into her. She lifted her stage into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knee joint to hold her legs up. Her overnice feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Brigham Young puss. I shoved concentrated
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 cock. I could feel her
juice running over my balls. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hands up to apprehend her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foundation to my oral cavity and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her slit clamped down on my
hammer and she began to rock and palpitate. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her sleeve drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my cock out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her astuteness."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to knead her
own boob."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

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

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. blue jean's middle widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, papa,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my venous blood vessel, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my tool was spewing cum inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five unspoilt shots into her, then my
turncock continued to pulsate for another min as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a loaded
hug. She sucked my tongue into her back talk and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her pocket-size body in my
arms, feeling her nudeness 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 daughter ! But by the feel of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
take hold of her breathing place."Did you like it, pop ?"she
asked.

I groaned."I've never had anything better,"I told
her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the respite of my
life."Was it okay for you ?"

"dada !"she giggled."Of course 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 moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the Sami 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 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,"Jean said."It's okay.
pappa, I think you're the perfect 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 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 often
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to watch
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to give
sweetness dear to her again, but there would be early
times.

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

"I love you, too, dad,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her door. I went to the
bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the rest of
the night I dreamed of jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a sound day .