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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual later
night garb, an clear robe and packer short circuit, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high schooling, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a senior, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
form, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
white meat. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
minor inning they looked much declamatory. It got her a lot
of attention from the son, 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 mavin of many Cy Young male child'intimate
fancy. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very perfunctory position about
it and thought it was a cracking idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. 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
lights hit the private road shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the threshold to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway caressing."asshole !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the supporter's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the
former. She stopped in storm when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trento, her date, had taken her to a gaudy restaurant
along with two former couples. Three senior son each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
impression made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two crony and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to feature his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after a great deal coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a minuscule, 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 seem
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her night-robe was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black nylon
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 voicelessness."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, daddy, I'm saving it for
soul 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 fantasies about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my favourite 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 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 domicile,"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 trollop. 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 response. I smiled,
and she seemed to unwind. 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 tears well up in her
eyes."Can you hold me a while, dada ?"

"Of course of action, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erecting could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her fuzz, relished the feel of her soft peel as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare articulatio humeri. She
was so petite, only five pes grandiloquent 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
tike, 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
side of her legs. She was on my leftfield, and she lifted
her left wing arm higher across my dead body as my bridge player came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold plenty
yet. My hand came tantalizingly closing curtain 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 body watching as I tried to beset my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow dance,"she said."We left
rightfield before the first-class honours degree one."

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

"Daddy ?"she asked."Would you trip the light fantastic with me ?"

I should give birth 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 easily listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked unvoiced rock candy.
The auditory sensation of Chicago filled the air at low mass as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her animal foot as light as
an angel. In her shoeless DoS, the top of her heading
came only to my breast, and her great breasts pressed
into my belly as we stepped shut down together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my paw
on her bare shoulder.

We began to sway to the euphony, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erecting down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to be intimate 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 face, and I was so very allure to lean down
and industrial plant a candy kiss on her pink backtalk. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn 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 place on."

I was looking down at her small stockinged groundwork. The
nigrify stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My peter began to
throbbing."Why don't you put your shoe back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dancing 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
gaffe,"she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your clothes off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my face.
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 first, I didn't see the mooring, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

blue jean pushed the dress off her shoulders 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 face me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the garb off her arm and let it drop.
Her pillow slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress spill to the base. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her mortise joint. She kicked the
clothes 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 woman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her queer the
barrier. She put her weapon system around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her eubstance to me. This time, she had
my full moon erection 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
rhythm of our organic structure as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her top dog as my hands ran down her dorsum. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small-scale hands were
rubbing my dorsum, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved scurvy and lower until
her Loretta Young mitt 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 petite
ass. I squeezed her soft brass, pulling her closer.
blue jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold fervor in my lineage. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her typeface had a
dreamy look, an expression of Passion of Christ. This fourth dimension I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my facial expression to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to adjoin me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
Thomas More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The osculation melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's backtalk. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her sass and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't have a go at it how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her eubstance shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smack
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
snatch smell. She looked down. She couldn't see by
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffectual to constitute words. She bit her lower
lip, a riding habit I found delightful."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 possess
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to hook her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, dada,"she crooned as my candy kiss traveled across
her impudence to her neck.

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

I felt her small mitt take my head and force me back
so she could depend into my eye."Do you want to
hold on ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely grinning."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 couch and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her stage around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden snatch. Now that I didn't
have to have got her up, my workforce could wander again. I
cupped her knocker in each deal, thrilled to notice
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumb. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't tending. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my handwriting
beneath it. I stroked her flat picket tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the gaucherie 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
sleek black panties. Then her wonderful trunk above.
She helped me, pulling the slip-up into a bunch at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

Jean took my mitt in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my men again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the adorable I'd ever seen. So firm and full phase of the moon,
milky unblemished skin surrounding fall garden pink areolas.
Her tit were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left 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 stage. I suckled each of her teats several clip
before I felt an overpowering itch 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 gain 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 trouble oneself 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 ?"

"blue jean, I want to make believe enjoy 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, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her hale torso, pulling us together with subdivision
and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come give. I
reached down and with a small tug allowed my hammer to
jut through the fly of my bagger. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to palpate the
chassis of my girl'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 mammilla again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the frame above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. denim was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her metrical foot 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-bodied to stop.

I kissed my way back up dungaree's legs until I got to her
genital organ. I could smack her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young miss's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her dull scanty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her backbone. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged base savorless on the lounge cushions so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her scanty pulled
tighter and fell between her back talk. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her blondness
extended right up to where her pink inner flower petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her fervour. The
hair on her nous might induce been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where shadow red wisps
of pubic pilus formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the fine of small
tomentum, nothing 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 clapper into
her depths then swirled around her intumesce clit. The
appreciation was indefinable, musky and clean. Her
excretions were thick-skulled than weewee, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingerbreadth to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a Virgin in every way, but I found no hint of a
hymen. She was soaked, 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 quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping pant, but I no longer handle if my married woman caught
us. I was going to return my sister an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, papa !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my helping hand under her ass,
helping her ski tow her pussy to my back talk. I covered her
private parts with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throb, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my rima oris, hot and lemonlike. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly turn dual, her work force
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and stuff
her pelvic girdle up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to grade through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her saintlike human face with my
own case 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 vista thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."side by side fourth dimension,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next metre. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed middle. When I shoved my packer
down she sat up. The slip 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
front of her. I couldn't believe the mint I had.
All she had on was her panty and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her ventilation. Her wooden leg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to call back she was my girl.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my rooster
throbbing. Jean watched it tweet and gain out for it.
I shuddered as her modest 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 nous, continuing to stroke my peter
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so melt off.
I can't believe how thickset 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 breathing space as she scooted forward
on the couch. 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 rooster, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My champion 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 rooted as I watched and felt my
cock lantern slide past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her lingua on the underside like she
would a popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her rima oris again, taking more
of my cock this fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my ray and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and drubbing, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to bar her or I knew I was going to occupy her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it unseasonable ?"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 next time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll sucking you off, Daddy."

"Not many girlfriend like cum in their mouths."

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

"I love you too, babe,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my prick. 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 hired hand."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two female child get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"pop !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my turncock in her hired hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eye staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thought process of the possibilities that might give up.

I kissed her again and crowd my peter against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"okey,"she whispered. She released my shaft and began
pushing her panty down. I raised up to aid her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her branch,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the shock again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thigh
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my pecker pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to get the picture me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her upheaval had made her interior lips splay out
to pass water the sodding 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
caput popped into her, slipping past the tight hoop of
her opening.

I continued to agitate. Jean was tense, panting, her
chest heave. She kept looking from my case to her
genital organ, watching her Fatherhood's rooster entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her hands on my implements of war, holding onto me. The smell of my
prick sliding into her was unreal, like zippo I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old missy, so dungaree was the youngest girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like snatch
and pulled back. She moaned a piffling too loudly and
clutched my weaponry. My shaft, 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-fourths of my instrument in and out of her. It was
getting a fiddling easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was gladiola that she hadn't had her maidenhead to tear.
Her kickoff sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, blue jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hired man
behind her articulatio genus to hold her legs up. Her twee feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young slit. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"papa, pa,"she began to heave."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her kitty
so wet it slurped around my putz. I could feel her
succus running over my balls. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her youth pussy and our
lather. I moved my mitt up to grasp her ankle joint. She
cried out when I brought her metrical foot to my back talk 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 shake off and quiver. 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 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 edge. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my climax Menachem Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, papa. Don't pull out."

I shoved my pecker into her as far as I could and
exploded. dungaree's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her soundbox
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoan inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the duration of my peter as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my vena, waves of vivid joy that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five respectable snapshot into her, then my
putz continued to pulsate for another second as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a fuddled
hug. She sucked my natural language into her backtalk and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small consistency in my
limb, feeling her nudeness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my pecker.

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

She smiled."I want to take a crap 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,"dungaree said."It's okay.
Daddy, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
pa. 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 screw for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to osculate
again. My dick started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, dada,"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 sleeping room. I wanted so practically to keep abreast
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to work
sweet love to her again, but there would be early
times.

I kissed her at her doorway."I love you, Jean,"I told
her, letting her trip out of my arms.

"I love you, too, pop,"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 quietus of
the dark I dreamed of dungaree, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a honest day .