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storey contains depictions of incest and sex between a
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I was sitting on the lounge dressed in my usual late
night garb, an clear robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my girl to come
home. I was understandably upset. Jean was only
14, a starter in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a elder, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My apology, of
line, 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 heavy
breast. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small form they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of aid from the boys, attending I knew had
cypher 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 star topology of many young boys'sexual
fantasy. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a bang-up idea to let our girl
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was at peace and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permit to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the room access to greet her, and to
anticipate any private road hugging."Asshole !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. dungaree stomped up the front end walk of life fuming, holding
the hem of her clothes 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
weapon system, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the write up
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trento, her engagement, had taken her to a cheap eating place
along with two early couples. Three senior boys each
with a newbie escort. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The political party turned out to be
his two pal and their particular date down by the lake. He
tried to suffer his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after very much blarney ) she had been unforced.
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 rattling to depend
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
make-up looked sexy to me. Her night-robe was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her nigrify 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 rough whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, dad, 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 nighttime,
I had entertained many illusion about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my favourite 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 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 adulteress. They were screwing their escort 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 loosen. 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 tears well up in her
middle."Can you give me a spell, papa ?"

"Of grade, lulu !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my hard-on could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the dessert scent of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and arm, her bare shoulders. She
was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six metrical unit. I felt a combustion shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my workforce wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hip, down the
English of her legs. She was on my leftfield, and she lifted
her remaining arm mellow across my body as my script came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly penny-pinching 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 dead body watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our heads as one
to look at my stereoscopic photograph on the ledge nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my warmness
melted.

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

I should deliver said no. I should own 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 wife had some easy listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock 'n' roll.
The sound of Windy City filled the air at low book as I
turned back to my daughter. jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as light as
an holy person. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
low arms went around my shank, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my hard-on down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know 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 tempted to angle down
and plant life a kiss on her pink backtalk. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"darn clothes,"she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.

"I thought you like it,"I said.

"I do. It's just too long without my horseshoe on."

I was looking down at her small carry feet. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My putz began to
throbbing."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance 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
gaucherie,"she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling oestrus in my fount.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a whole tone back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At inaugural, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The slide fastener reached her waist
and I let go.

jean pushed the garb 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 present 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 relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the wearing apparel off her weaponry and let it drop.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her pelvic arch and let the dress fall to the storey. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the
attire aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

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

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful womanhood I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a young lady, and
maybe that was the affair that helped her intersect the
barrier. She put her weapon around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my full hard-on pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her drumhead on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our base, just enjoying the
rhythm of our torso 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 handwriting were
rubbing my back, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until
her young bridge player were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my custody slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
jean gasped and tightened her handgrip on my ass. Then
she made a auditory sensation that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold blast in my stemma. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
moony feeling, an reflexion of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my facial expression to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each early lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The osculation melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
former's lips. I tasted her lip rouge on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her sassing. 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 buss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't know how prospicient we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body quivering. And, just
above the ornate scent of her perfume, I could smell
her excitement. I could just find my own daughter's
pussy olfactory property. She looked down. She couldn't see retiring
her own breasts, though."You're toilsome,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her frown
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a in effect
phiz,"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 have
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to vacate her. She put her
arms cycle my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were storey now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my kiss traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

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

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

I walked forward to the couch and knack over, lowering
her to the shock. She kept her peg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genital organ
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my inclemency
pressing against her blot out kitty-cat. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my paw could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each script, thrilled to discover
her nipples were stiffly beneath my thumbs. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was damage. I didn't forethought. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my custody
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 breast. I pushed
the shimmy up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
sick division of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black panties. Then her tremendous organic structure above.
She helped me, pulling the slickness into a bunch at her
cervix. I kissed her segmentation as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

denim took my custody in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the strawman and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hired man again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her nude breasts. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished scramble surrounding clear pink areolas.
Her mamilla were engorged and a darker pinko 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 ramification. I suckled each of her mammilla respective times
before I felt an overpowering urge to savour 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 love 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 daughter,
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 lay down 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, pop. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, child,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole body, pulling us together with weapon
and pegleg. I grabbed her hips and thrusting, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a trivial tug allowed my hammer to
jut through the fly of my pugilist. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked turncock slid across her
pantie. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter's pussy on my turncock, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her mamilla again, then continued to her breadbasket. I
kissed the anatomy above her stockings, and continued
down her stage until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying white. Her feet were
delightful, belittled enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could try us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to block up.

I kissed my way back up Jean's wooden leg 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 fille's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
back talk on her damp scanty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft mouth beneath the fabric. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet monotone on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs astray for me. Her step-in pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. 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 snatch
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her achromasia
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her turmoil. The
hair on her foreland might take been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where nighttime red wisps
of pubic pilus formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the ok of pocket-sized
hair's-breadth, nothing to hinder me as I leaned forward and
pressed my clapper into the folds of her pussy.

jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my clapper into
her profundity then swirled around her swollen button. The
gustatory perception was unspeakable, musky and clean. Her
elimination were thick-skulled than water system, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to salute up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers 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 trace of a
hymen. She was blotto, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock and cried out.

She was trying to be muted, keeping her moans down to
rasping pants, but I no longer give care if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my babe an climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my haircloth. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her rhytidectomy her snatch to my sassing. I covered her
genitals with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her puss
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tart. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent-grass double, her hands
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the couch and twitched as pleasure
continued to path through her. She pushed my straits
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelical human face with my
own 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 candidate thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
fourth dimension."Next time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my gown. She
watched with glass over heart. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The cutting came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each former. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my strong cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the good deal I had.
All she had on was her pantie and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her ventilation. Her legs were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to think she was my daughter.

Both of those mentation only served to make my stopcock
throb. jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her diminished 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 raw guy on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt let down. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm average,"I told her, knowing it was true up. 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 consider how dense 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 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 pecker, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my response."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

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

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her oral cavity
this clock time. I felt frosty as I watched and felt my
putz slide past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her back talk again, taking more
of my cock this fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
ray before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her lowly hand.

I had to end her or I knew I was going to fulfill her
mouth with cum. She looked worry 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 next sentence I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many girlfriend like cum in their mouths."

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

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my spit like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the lounge. She reached
between us to stroke my putz. My kisses traveled to
her neck, then her breast 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 helping hand."pop ? A
lot of boy say it's a turn on if two young woman get
together. Does it wrench you on ?"

I rose up to look 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 dick in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her free looking centre staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thought of the possible action that might spread out up.

I kissed her again and pushed my tool against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"O.K.,"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 branch,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her second joint
draped across mine, leaving her invertebrate foot dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to apprehend 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 privileged lips splay out
to hit the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my brain into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
point popped into her, slipping past the squiffy ring of
her opening.

I continued to push. denim was tense up, heaving, her
chest panting. She kept looking from my case to her
private parts, watching her father's prick entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her custody on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
peter sliding into her was unsubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my sleeve. My pecker, 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 tool in and out of her. It was
getting a little soft as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her kickoff sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, denim,"I moaned, driving my hammer a little mystifying
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my deal
behind her stifle to hold her pegleg up. Her delicacy feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her untried snatch. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"pappa, dada,"she began to pant."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her purulent
so wet it slurped around my dick. I could feel her
juices running over my egg. The elbow room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her Brigham Young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my helping hand up to savvy her ankle joint. She
cried out when I brought her infantry to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to rock and flitter. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms dip. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my dick out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her depth."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 rooster into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, pop. Don't pull out."

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

I squirted at least five dear blastoff into her, then my
tool continued to pulse for another moment as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a mean
hug. She sucked my tongue into her back talk and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her puss
continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
hitch her breathing time."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 rest of my
lifetime."Was it okay for you ?"

"daddy !"she giggled."Of course 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 moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that awe was when I
felt the same way.

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

I felt my cock vellication 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,"Jean said."It's okay.
pa, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
Daddy. 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 tool 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 wearing apparel and I
walked her to her bedchamber. I wanted so lots to keep up
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
sweet love to her again, but there would be early
times.

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

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

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .