AUTHOR'S promissory note : This is a work of fable. Any
resemblance between the characters and any individual
living or bushed is entirely simultaneous. By
presenting this story, the writer neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships effectual or illegal. This
level contains line drawing of incest and sex between a
fry and an adult. If such topics 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 recently
Night attire, an open gown and Boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come in
home. I was understandably occupy. denim was only
14, a fresher in high schooling, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, 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 deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

denim was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
breasts. True, they were barely C loving cup, but on her
small skeletal system they looked much prominent. It got her a lot
of attending from the boys, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn't want to agnise it I knew
that she was the star of many Pres Young boy'sexual
fancy. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very effortless position about
it and thought it was a enceinte 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 permission to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing."Asshole !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock'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 heels in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her engagement, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two early distich. Three older boys each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the terpsichore, not even long enough to get their
ikon made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The political party turned out to be
his two buddies and their day of the month down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at low gear ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a slight, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her binge
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so marvellous to search
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
war paint looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her leg to expose her black 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 fierce whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, daddy, 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 Night,
I had entertained many fantasies about being her
first, never with any doubt 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 nominal head 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 base,"she said. She looked into my eyes."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the early girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and cent ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their dates before
Trent River 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 okay then ?"

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

"Of course of study, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
coat of arms. She snuggled in, and my erecting could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her hair, relished the feeling of her flabby skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so petite, only five invertebrate foot tall compared to my
nearly six invertebrate foot. I felt a electrocution 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 hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hip joint, down the
side of meat of her ramification. She was on my left hand, and she lifted
her left arm gamy across my organic structure as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold decent
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close 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 harry my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

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

She didn't movement, 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. blue jean and I both liked hard rock'n'roll.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. denim was still sitting.
She accepted my hired hand and rose to her feet as light as
an holy man. In her shoeless commonwealth, the top of her head
came only to my pectus, and her heavy bosom pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close 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
dressed ore on keeping my erecting down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a lilliputian and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my expression, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a kiss on her pink lip. Maybe I would feature
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn garb,"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 skid on."

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

She shook her school principal."They hurt my feet,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my face.
She nodded slowly."O.K.,"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 get-go, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her shank
and I let go.

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 smoke, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to present me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to gage out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it drop.
Her strip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in home by slight elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress downslope to the level. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of fabric at her ankles. She kicked the
dress 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 char I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a missy, and
maybe that was the matter that helped her get across the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her eubstance to me. This meter, she had
my entire hard-on pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest of drawers. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our understructure, just enjoying the
musical rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my mitt ran down her cover. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her low hands were
rubbing my book binding, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and frown until
her young workforce were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest of drawers. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her sonant impudence, pulling her finisher.
Jean gasped and tightened her time lag on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hair stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
lackadaisical spirit, an formula of passion. This sentence I
did not hesitate to tend down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to assemble me. Our
lip brushed each former lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The osculation melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's lip. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her lip. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth 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 know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her eubstance quiver. And, just
above the ornate olfactory property of her perfume, I could smell
her hullabaloo. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breast, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to organize Scripture. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a well
osculator,"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 glossa back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
implements of war round my neck opening 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 cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her small helping hand take my head and power me back
so she could wait into my eyes."Do you want to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her work force running through my fuzz.

I walked forward to the couch and hang over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her ramification around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotch
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my severity
pressing against her shroud snatch. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my workforce could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to describe
her nipples were remains beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her world, and she began to
groan as she panted.

I knew it was haywire. I didn't attention. And neither did
she. I pulled up her gaffe so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her apartment pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the teddy up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the rayons and her
silky fateful panties. Then her fantastic body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck opening. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

Jean took my hand in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the strawman and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my mitt again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her middle as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So strong and full phase of the moon,
milky unblemished pelt surrounding lightheaded pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker garden pink in
color. I sucked the left wing one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the early 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 pap various times
before I felt an overpowering impulse to try out 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 take a crap get laid to you,"I told her.

She chewed on her lip."It's incest,"she said after
a legal 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 pa, 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 maintenance either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, daddy. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, child,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her unscathed body, pulling us together with implements of war
and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my Boxer. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my au naturel cock slid across her
panty. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter's twat 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 tit again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her stage until I got to her toes. blue jean was
always meticulous about staying cleanse. Her feet were
delightful, minuscule enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could pick up us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean's branch until I got to her
privates. I could smell her plainly now, no misunderstanding.
There's something very unique about the aroma of a
Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl's snatch. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet prostrate on the sofa shock absorber so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her mouth. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her pallor
extended right up to where her pinko inner petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
pilus on her headspring might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her hoarded wealth. Her lips had only the finest of pocket-sized
hairs, cypher to close up me as I leaned forward and
pressed my clapper into the faithful of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my lingua into
her depths then swirled around her puff up clit. The
mouthful was indescribable, musky and plumb. Her
excretions were wooden-headed than body of water, 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 trace of a
virginal membrane. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
glossa into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock absorber and cried out.

She was trying to be restrained, keeping her groan down to
rasping drawers, but I no longer manage if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, dada !"she hissed, paw
tangling in my fuzz. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her elevator her pussy to my sassing. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, Gallic kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her kitty-cat
throb, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and lemony. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent bivalent, her deal
held my headspring tightly, she shook and moaned and throw
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to trend through her. She pushed my question
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic brass 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 vista thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."following meter,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed optic. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The mooring came over her mind and she
threw it aside. We stared at each early. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my intemperately 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 external respiration. Her legs were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my tool
pounding. blue jean watched it twitch and turn over out for it.
I shuddered as her small hired 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 guy cable on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt disappoint. 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 dilute.
I can't trust how thick you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you mean it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came properly 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 cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my response."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My Quaker Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her backtalk
this time. I felt glacial as I watched and felt my
cock 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 mouth again, taking more
of my putz this time. She made it halfway down my
diaphysis before pulling back, eagerly licking the
undersurface of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and trouncing, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to block off her or I knew I was going to fulfil her
sassing with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it damage ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the street corner of her
mouth.

"You're doing to very right,"I said."I was afraid
I'd sexual climax in your mouth."

She smiled."Would you like that ?"she asked
devilishly.

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then next metre 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 radiant."I'll do anything for you,
dad,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, child,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my natural language like she had my
pecker. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My candy kiss traveled to
her neck, then her thorax as I couldn't resist sucking
her tits again.

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

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

"Daddy !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my rooster in her hired hand. I said null as she chewed her
lip, her destitute looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibility that might give up.

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

"Okay,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her scanty down. I raised up to help oneself 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 feet on the shock again.
I pushed my genu beneath her peg so that her second joint
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my dick pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her inner back talk splay out
to make believe the perfective tense receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my mind 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 halo of
her opening.

I continued to push. denim was strain, panting, her
breast panting. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her sire's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hip. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like zilch I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry red at 17 to a 19 class
old young lady, so blue jean was the new girl I'd ever
fucked. I got one-half my hammer into her vise-like slit
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my implements of war. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

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

I began to saw back and Forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my prick in and out of her. It was
getting a fiddling leisurely 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 centre half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, dungaree,"I moaned, driving my cock a little profoundly
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my paw
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Whitney Young cunt. I shoved hard
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 beneficial, so
good."

"Yes, infant, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her puss
so wet it slurped around my prick. I could feel her
juices running over my balls. The room was filled
with the scent of sex, of her Danton True Young pussy and our
lather. I moved my hands up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her substructure to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a paw over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her twat clamped down on my
cock and she began to excite and flutter. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her coat of arms dip. 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 massage her
own bosom."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 coming Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't drag out, pop. Don't pull out."

I shoved my cock 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 body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my hammer as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my venous blood vessel, wafture of vivid pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing germ inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good nip into her, then my
shaft continued to throb for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a loaded
hug. She sucked my glossa into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arm, feeling her nudity against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own girl ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
enchant her breather."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 track it was. I love you
so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, denim,"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, denim,"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 arrive at love again,"she said.
"I want to be your girlfriend."

"Would you be okay with that ?"I asked."I mean, your
mother…"

"I know you love her too,"denim said."It's okay.
Daddy, 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 turncock 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 much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to take after
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
sweetened lovemaking to her again, but there would be early
times.

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

"I love you, too, dada,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her threshold. I went to the
lav to cleanse up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the residual of
the night I dreamed of blue jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .