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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual recently
dark attire, an open up gown and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
menage. I was understandably disturbed. Jean was only
14, a freshman in senior high school day, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a senior, one of the school day's football
histrion. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my babe holy man,
but I think even then mysterious inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty expectant
tit. True, they were barely C cup, but on her
small material body they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boy, aid I knew had
cipher 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 of many Young boys'intimate
fantasies. Hell, she was the adept in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very casual position about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permit to be out until one, but I saw car
lighting hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to recognize her, and to
anticipate any drive smooching."Asshole !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the suspensor's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her frock in one hand and her blackguard in the
other. She stopped in storm when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a tawdry restaurant
along with two other couples. Three fourth-year boys each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the saltation, not even long enough to get their
photograph made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their appointment down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at number one ( she
admitted, after a good deal sweet talk ) she had been uncoerced.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, babe ?"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 expect
at, and even her slightly disheveled hairsbreadth and ruined
war paint looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black silk 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
person 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 dubiety that it would never
happen. She was my darling 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 home,"she said. She looked into my eyes."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the former girls ?"I asked.

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

"So, you're OK then ?"

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

"Of grade, beauty !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my hard-on could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the dulcet fragrance of
her hair, relished the feeling of her soft skin as I
stroked her cervix and implements of war, her bare articulatio humeri. She
was so petite, only five fundament tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning at the stake pity because of my
desire. She was my girl, and she was as tiny as a
nipper, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
side of meat of her legs. She was on my left field, and she lifted
her left arm higher across my body as my hand came up
her face, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her shiver 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 molest my own
girl with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slacken dance,"she said."We left
rightfield before the first one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our heads as one
to look at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my heart and soul
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 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. dungaree and I both liked hard rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low loudness as I
turned back to my daughter. jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her infantry as light as
an holy person. In her shoeless res publica, the top of her forefront
came only to my chest, and her vauntingly breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the medicine, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my hard-on down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to do it what was pressing
against her corporation. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my facial expression, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a kiss on her pink 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 horseshoe on."

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

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your wearing apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling passion in my typeface.
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 slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her shank
and I let go.

Jean pushed the attire 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 up me. She
looked into my middle, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to stake out. That was when
I realized our human relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the apparel off her arms and let it drop down.
Her slip was a sheath of Shirley Temple Black silk across her
breasts, held in position by tenuous elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress gloam to the floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the
dress 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 cross the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This sentence, she had
my broad erecting pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my weapons system around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
rhythm of our dead body as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her header as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hired man were
rubbing my binding, moving in small roundabout. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until
her Thomas Young men were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my thorax. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's flyspeck
ass. I squeezed her cushy cheeks, pulling her finisher.
Jean gasped and tightened her storage area on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a coldness fire in my blood. My babe girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This metre I
did not hesitate to tip down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
mouth brushed each former lightly, tentatively, then
Thomas More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's back talk. I tasted her lipstick on my own sass,
and I put my lingua against her sassing. She opened to
me, allowed my spit into her lip and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the blissfulness of a
passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't screw how longsighted we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my dick was throbbing against
her, and I could find her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her scent, I could reek
her hullabaloo. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own chest, though."You're heavy,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to make words. She bit her gloomy
lip, a habit I found delicious."You're a secure
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 sustain
her glossa back in my mouthpiece. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift 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, Daddy,"she crooned as my candy 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 work force take my promontory and force me back
so she could look into my middle."Do you want to
halt ?"she asked. I shook my headway. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
love, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her pegleg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her secret pussy. Now that I didn't
have to retain her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her tit in each mitt, thrilled to find out
her mamilla were stiff beneath my thumb. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her globe, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't fear. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my men
beneath it. I stroked her matt picket tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hired hand closed over her bra covered boob. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
pallid surgical incision of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky sinister scanty. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a clustering at her
cervix. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

denim took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front end and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my bridge player again and returned them to
her dresser. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked chest. They
were the lovely I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished pelt surrounding light pinko areolas.
Her mamilla were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left one into my lip, making
her pant 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 branch. I suckled each of her tit several sentence
before I felt an overpowering impulse 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 gain 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 ?"

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

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

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole dead body, pulling us together with limb
and legs. I grabbed her hip joint and jab, grinding my
hardness against her. My gown had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my tool to
jut through the fly of my Boxer. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked shaft slid across her
step-in. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter's twat on my dick, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her tits again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the shape above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying sporting. Her pes were
delightful, small enough to fit into my mitt 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 give up.

I kissed my way back up Jean's stage until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unparalleled about the olfactory perception of a
Lester Willis Young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her piano lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her spinal column. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged base flat on the sofa shock absorber so she could
spread her ramification all-encompassing for me. Her pantie pulled
tighter and fell between her back talk. I pushed my lingua
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her puss
was as beautiful as the quietus of her. Her wanness
extended right up to where her pinko inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her fervor. The
hair on her psyche might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where nighttime red wisps
of pubic hairsbreadth formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the ok of small-scale
hairs, cypher to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the sheep pen of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her deepness then swirled around her swollen clit. The
gustation was unspeakable, musky and fresh. Her
excretions were boneheaded than water system, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clitoris then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink in up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingerbreadth to diffuse her,
delighting in the visual sense of her pinkness, and pressed
my spit to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a Virgo in every way, but I found no ghost of a
hymen. She was squiffy, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushion and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her groan down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my married woman caught
us. I was going to give my sister an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, paw
tangling in my haircloth. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her puss to my mouth. I covered her
privates with my mouth, French kissing her pussy as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her puss
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her succus flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her handwriting
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as joy
continued to course through her. She pushed my psyche
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her saintlike face with my
own boldness 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 medical prognosis thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
clock time."future time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed middle. When I shoved my boxers
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 peter 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 legs were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my girl.

Both of those thought only served to take a shit my cock
throb. Jean watched it twitch and reach out for it.
I shuddered as her small mitt 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 discomfited. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

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

"No,"she said."My booster 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 lantern slide past my girl's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her spit on the underside like she
would a popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouthpiece again, taking more
of my cock this fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
pecker before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and defeat, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to kibosh her or I knew I was going to meet her
mouthpiece with cum. She looked interest 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 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,
pa,"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 cock. My kisses traveled to
her neck, then her bureau as I couldn't resist sucking
her knocker again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whispering. She
squeezed my prick as it surged in her paw."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two girls get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

I rose up to look 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 cock in her hired hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking middle staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
mentation of the possibilities that might give up.

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

"okeh,"she whispered. She released my turncock and began
pushing her step-in down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her animal foot 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 cock pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to compass me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to labor into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her inner lips splay out
to lay down the perfect receptacle for me. I had to bear on
hard to get my straits 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. blue jean was strain, panting, her
chest heaving. She kept looking from my fount to her
fork, watching her father's cock 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
hammer sliding into her was insubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cerise at 17 to a 19 year
old daughter, so denim was the young girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my prick into her vise-like twat
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. 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 River, moving almost
three-fourths of my putz in and out of her. It was
getting a minuscule well-heeled as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her Hymen to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, dungaree,"I moaned, driving my tool a trivial rich
into her. She lifted her peg into the air, opening
herself even more to my encroachment. I put my hands
behind her knee joint to support her legs up. Her dainty feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Edward Young pussy. I shoved voiceless
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, child, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my shaft. I could feel her
juices running over my ball. The way was filled
with the smell of sex, of her Cy Young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hands up to savvy her mortise joint. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my oral cavity and
sucked her toes. She clamped a handwriting over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her slit clamped down on my
peter and she began to throw off and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her blazonry drop-off. 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 depths."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 orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't wrench out, Daddy. Don't pull out."

I shoved my pecker into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her consistency
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoan inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the distance of my dick as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my venous blood vessel, Wave of intense joy that radiated from
where my cock was spewing semen inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five thoroughly shots into her, then my
pecker continued to pulse for another moment as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her lowly body in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my turncock.

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
catch her breath."Did you like it, pappa ?"she
asked.

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

"Daddy !"she giggled."Of grade 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 fear was when I
felt the same way.

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

I felt my putz 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 shit 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,"blue jean said."It's okay.
Daddy, I think you're the perfect tense man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your girl. I can't ever be your
married woman,"she paused,"but we can venture, 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 snog
again. My hammer 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 married woman hadn't caught us with as a good deal
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her sleeping room. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my girl, to crap
sweetened love to her again, but there would be early
times.

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

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

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .