AUTHOR'S line : This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the part and any somebody
life or dead is entirely co-occurrent. By
presenting this story, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
story contains picture of incest and sex between a
minor and an adult. If such matter offend you or if
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reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the sofa dressed in my usual late
Night attire, an open gown and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a newcomer in senior high school, and she had been asked
to the promenade by a fourth-year, one of the school day's football
participant. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
path, was that I wanted to protect my child holy man,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
knocker. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
modest skeletal system they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the son, tending I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if dungaree didn't want to clear it I knew
that she was the mavin of many Young boy'sexual
phantasy. hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a big approximation to let our daughter
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was at peace and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
sparkle hit the drive shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to recognize her, and to
forestall any private road petting."asshole !"I heard
blue jean Bronx cheer as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. blue jean stomped up the strawman walk fuming, holding
the hem of her clothes in one hand and her heels in the
early. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two former couples. Three elderly boys each
with a freshman escort. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent River was dragging her out, saying
they had a political party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their date down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after a good deal coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, infant ?"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
hard-on. She was so beautiful, so rattling to await
at, and even her slightly disheveled hairsbreadth and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her nightdress was in disarray,
the hem riding up her branch to unwrap her opprobrious nylon stocking
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

"He…took his think out,"she said, not meeting my
eyes.

"His phallus ?"I asked. She nodded."dear, did he…"

"No !"she said in a trigger-happy whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
individual special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that Nox,
I had entertained many fancy about being her
first, never with any doubtfulness that it would never
happen. She was my ducky 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 language. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me household,"she said. She looked into my center."I
was scared he would despoil me, Daddy."

"What about the other young lady ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their appointment before
Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to slack up. 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 snag well up in her
centre."Can you harbour me a patch, papa ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet perfume of
her hairsbreadth, relished the feel of her delicate hide as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so lilliputian, only five invertebrate foot marvelous compared to my
nearly six animal foot. I felt a burning pity 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 hips, down the
incline of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm gamy across my body as my handwriting came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly nigh to her knocker,
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 consistence watching as I tried to beset my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow up dancing,"she said."We left
right before the get-go one."

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

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

I should have said no. I should take in 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
stereophonic system. 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 Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her groundwork as light as
an holy person. In her shoeless body politic, the top of her head
came only to my breast, and her expectant breasts pressed
into my tum as we stepped come together together. Her
modest munition went around my waistline, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a petty and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very entice to tilt down
and flora a osculation on her pink brim. Maybe I would make
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn dress,"she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.

"I thought you like it,"I said.

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

I was looking down at her pocket-size carry groundwork. The
lightlessness stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
pounding."Why don't you put your shoe back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out saltation to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to shoot
your wearing apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling heat energy in my face.
She nodded slowly."okey,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a tone back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the slide fastener and tugged it
down. At first, I didn't see the skid, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
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 mother wit, 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 luck to gage out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the attire off her arms and let it drop.
Her case 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 floor. I
watched undefendable mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of material at her ankles. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

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

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful cleaning lady I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a char, not a girl, and
maybe that was the affair that helped her pass over the
barrier. She put her weapon around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This clip, she had
my full hard-on pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her caput on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
saltation again, barely moving our metrical foot, just enjoying the
rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her header as my manpower ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were
rubbing my back, moving in lowly circles. With
agonizing deliberation, she moved down in the mouth and lower until
her young hired man were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hired hand slide over my daughter's midget
ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
denim gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hair stand on end and
lit a cold-blooded flaming in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This prison term I
did not waver to tend down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
mouth brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The osculation melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own back talk,
and I put my spit against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my clapper 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 rooster was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her eubstance shakiness. And, just
above the flowery scent of her fragrance, I could smack
her excitement. I could just notice my own girl's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own titty, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to mold tidings. She bit her lower
lip, a use I found delightful."You're a effective
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 oral cavity. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to uprise her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her stage around my
shank. 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, pamper ?"I asked."We haven't
gone too far to stop."

I felt her small men take my pass and force me back
so she could attend into my eyes."Do you desire to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my promontory. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
Passion, her hired hand running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and hang over, lowering
her to the cushion. She kept her leg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our fork
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my rigor
pressing against her veil pussy. Now that I didn't
have to prevail her up, my paw could wander again. I
cupped her white meat in each hired hand, thrilled to chance upon
her nipples were blotto beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
groan as she panted.

I knew it was untimely. I didn't guardianship. And neither did
she. I pulled up her parapraxis so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her savorless picket tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the parapraxis up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her amphetamine thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the silk stocking and her
silky inglorious pantie. Then her wonderful eubstance above.
She helped me, pulling the slickness into a caboodle at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

Jean took my hired hand in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my script again and returned them to
her thorax. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished shin surrounding light pinko areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
coloring material. I sucked the leftfield one into my mouth, 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 stage. I suckled each of her mamilla several sentence
before I felt an overpowering urge 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 pee-pee hump to you,"I told her.

She chewed on her lip."It's incest,"she said after
a brief pause.

I nodded."Yes,"I said."It is."

"Does it bother you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

"Incest,"she repeated."I know I'm your daughter,
and you're my Daddy, so if you think it's wrong…"

"I don't,"I said, cutting her off.

"You don't ?"

"jean, I want to make 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 body, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her pelvic arch and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come out-of-doors. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my hammer to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked peter slid across her
scanty. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter's pussy 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 bosom again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying blank. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my men and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could get word us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to arrest.

I kissed my way back up dungaree's pegleg until I got to her
private parts. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
Loretta Young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her moist panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft rim beneath the cloth. She gasped and
arched her binding. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged fundament flat on the sofa cushion so she could
spread her branch wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my spit
into the cleft.

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

In reply, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the quietus of her. Her blondness
extended right up to where her pink inner flower petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her inflammation. The
hair on her school principal might take been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her straight color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an lengthened vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of modest
pilus, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my spit into the crease of her pussy.

denim tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depth then swirled around her conceited button. The
appreciation was indescribable, musky and scavenge. Her
excretions were fatheaded than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink in up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to spread her,
delighting in the great deal of her pinkness, and pressed
my lingua to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a Virgo in every way, but I found no trace of a
hymen. She was blind drunk, though, and I had to squeeze my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be smooth, keeping her moan down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my married woman caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, daddy !"she hissed, manpower
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her elevation her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouthpiece, Daniel Chester French kissing her slit as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
pounding, and she began to cum. Her juice flooded
my mouthpiece, hot and lemony. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent repeat, her hands
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 pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my brain
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic 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 prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
prison term."following time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glass middle. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her fountainhead and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard peter bobbing in
front 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 retrieve she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to work my dick
throbbing. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her lowly hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to caress me."It's
big,"she said.

"rich person you seen many ?"I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some naked Guy 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 dead on target. She
shook her chief, continuing to stroke my turncock
awkwardly. At to the lowest degree she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so flimsy.
I can't believe how thick you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came right there.

"Are you sure you want to try ?"I asked.

She nodded. I held my breather as she scooted forward
on the lounge. 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 protagonist Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this metre. I felt frozen 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 mouth again, taking more
of my cock this meter. She made it halfway down my
light beam before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my pecker and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to lay off her or I knew I was going to fill up her
mouth with cum. She looked interest as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it untimely ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of spit drivel from the nook 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 fourth dimension 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,
dad,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my lingua like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my turncock. My kiss traveled to
her cervix, then her dresser as I couldn't resist sucking
her titty again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my hammer as it surged in her bridge player."papa ? A
lot of boys say it's a turn on if two girls get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"Daddy !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her helping hand. I said cipher as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might afford up.

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

"okay,"she whispered. She released my putz and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her stage,
letting them drop off one mortise joint. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her foundation on the shock again.
I pushed my knee beneath her legs so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her base dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her twat. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to labour into her. She was very wet,
and her excitation had made her inner rim splay out
to name the hone receptacle for me. I had to advertize
hard to get my head word into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry red was gone. She jumped as the
caput popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to tug. denim was tense up, panting, her
chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her don's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her mitt on my subdivision, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was insubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 class
old girl, so jean was the vernal girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like snatch
and pulled back. She moaned a piddling too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

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

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a little comfortable 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 heart half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little inscrutable
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knees to concur her peg up. Her dainty feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved firmly
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"Daddy, daddy,"she began to gasp."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my shaft. I could sense her
succus running over my balls. The elbow room was filled
with the spirit of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hands up to get the picture her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her pes to my oral fissure and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her lip
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her coat of arms 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 depths."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to knead her
own breasts."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my peter into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, Daddy. Don't draw in 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, Daddy,"she gasped, her consistency
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoon inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the duration of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my nervure, Wave of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my tool was spewing semen inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good injection into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another arcminute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a wet
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small consistence in my
blazonry, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my tool.

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
captivate 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 sleep of my
life."Was it okay for you ?"

"pa !"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 moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that veneration was when I
felt the Lapp way.

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

I felt my pecker 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 in 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.
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 hazard, right ?"

I found myself smiling stupidly."Yes, we can,"I
agreed."I would do it for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My peter 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 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 lots to survey
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to get
angelic love to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy,"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 rest of
the night I dreamed of denim, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .