Promenade Night ( 2 )


source'S eminence : This is a oeuvre of fiction. Any
resemblance between the theatrical role and any persons
living or dead is entirely simultaneous. By
presenting this story, the writer neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
story contains limning of incest and sex between a
tyke and an adult. If such theme offend you or if
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reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my common late
Nox attire, an opened robe and boxer shortstop, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to get
home. I was understandably distressed. Jean was only
14, a fledgeling in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, one of the schooling's football
musician. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my child angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

dungaree was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small frame they looked much declamatory. It got her a lot
of tending from the male child, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if blue jean didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the star of many Thomas Young boy'sexual
fantasies. pit, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a gravid idea to let our girl
go off to the promenade. 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
lights hit the private road shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the threshold to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing."arse !"I heard
blue jean hiss as she slammed the threshold to the suspensor's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. jean stomped up the front man walk fuming, holding
the hem of her apparel 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
weaponry, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the story
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her escort, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two former duad. Three senior boys each
with a freshman engagement. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the terpsichore, not even long enough to get their
motion-picture show made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a political party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to take in his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after practically coaxing ) she had been uncoerced.
They kissed, petted a little, 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 fantastic to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
composition looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to disclose 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."beloved, did he…"

"No !"she said in a fierce rustling."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, pappa, 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 dark,
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 gripe,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front line of me.

"It's okay,"I told her, smiling."I know you use
those actor's line. You can say them."

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

"What about the other fille ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and centime ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their dates 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 relax. I had opened the threshold, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're O.K. then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
centre."Can you harbour me a while, Daddy ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erecting could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the confection fragrance of
her fuzz, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulder joint. She
was so tiny, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my
desire. She was my girl, 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 men wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her pelvic arch, down the
incline of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her odd arm higher across my body as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly cheeseparing 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 plague my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

I should have said no. I should induce 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
stereoscopic picture. My wife had some easy listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked strong rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my manus and rose to her groundwork as idle as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her promontory
came only to my chest of drawers, and her large breasts pressed
into my belly as we stepped close together. Her
small subdivision went around my shank, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the medicine, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her breadbasket. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her principal. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my nerve, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and works a kiss on her pink sassing. Maybe I would experience
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 small stockinged feet. The
disastrous stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My shaft began to
throb."Why don't you put your place back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her question."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
slip,"she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to carry
your wearing apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling oestrus in my face.
She nodded slowly."OK,"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 for the first time, I didn't see the slick, 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 common sense, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to confront me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a probability to back out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her munition and let it drop.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hip joint and let the dress fall to the flooring. I
watched undefendable mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of textile 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 char I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a fair sex, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the
barrier. She put her arm around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my full moon erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her pass on my chest of drawers. 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
musical rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my work force ran down her book binding. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her pocket-size paw were
rubbing my spinal column, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved depress and frown until
her young script were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my bureau. I suppressed
a moan as I let my custody slide over my girl's bantam
ass. I squeezed her mild buttock, pulling her finisher.
blue jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my tomentum stand on end and
lit a dusty fire in my blood. My child girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her expression had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my font to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lip brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
More firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
early's brim. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my natural language against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth 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 make love how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body vibration. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could reek
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
snatch smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're severely,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a good
smiler,"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 take
her tongue back in my rima oris. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
arms bout my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were point now, and we began to snog
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her boldness to her neck.

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

I felt her small hands take my pass and force me back
so she could bet into my centre."Do you require to
check ?"she asked. I shook my chief. She smiled, the
most lovely grin."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
heat, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and knack over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her peg around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my callosity
pressing against her shroud kitty. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to discover
her mammilla were smashed beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck opening as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't precaution. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flat tire picket tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered chest. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
wan section of leg lay between the rayons and her
silky black panties. Then her grand body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a lot at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked white meat. They
were the lovely I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding faint garden pink areolas.
Her teat were engorged and a darker pinko in
color. I sucked the left wing 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 legs. I suckled each of her teats several times
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 make do it 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 dad, so if you think it's wrong…"

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

"You don't ?"

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

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

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her unscathed torso, pulling us together with arms
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 boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
scanty. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
pulp of my daughter's snatch 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 titmouse again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the frame above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. denim was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her groundwork were
delightful, small enough to fit into my manus and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could see us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to stop over.

I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the olfactory sensation of a
Lester Willis Young girl's twat. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her dampish panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her easygoing lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her cover. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged understructure flat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her branch wide-eyed for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her rim. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her slit
was as beautiful as the ease of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her promontory might give been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true coloring material where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an stretch vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her brim had only the okay of small
tomentum, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my natural language into the crease of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depth then swirled around her swollen clitoris. The
taste was indescribable, musky and neat. Her
excretions were thicker than piss, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clitoris then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingerbreadth to disperse her,
delighting in the vision 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 soused, though, and I had to shove my
lingua into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moan down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to contribute my baby an coming if it was
the end of me."Oh, dada !"she hissed, hired man
tangling in my hair. I put my manus under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my rima oris. I covered her
genital organ with my mouth, Gallic kissing her cunt as she
began to agitate. She quivered violently, her pussy
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 double, her hands
held my head teacher tightly, she shook and moaned and driving force
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as delight
continued to course through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic brass with my
own facial expression 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 prognosis thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."Next meter,"I told her, hoping there would be
a future time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glaze centre. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The strip came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my intemperately pecker bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the tidy sum I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her respiration. Her ramification were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to think she was my daughter.

Both of those intellection only served to make my cock
throb. dungaree watched it pinch and progress to out for it.
I shuddered as her little handwriting 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 disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm average,"I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her foreland, 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 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 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 tool, 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 time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
cock chute past my daughter's sass into her hot mouth.
She swirled her natural language 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 fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
lance before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my slam and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to finish her or I knew I was going to fill her
sassing with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
drip of saliva dribbling 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 clock time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many lady friend like cum in their mouths."

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

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
tool. I eased her back onto the lounge. She reached
between us to stroke my prick. My osculation traveled to
her neck, then her chest as I couldn't resist sucking
her bosom again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my shaft as it surged in her mitt."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 reckon at her."Yeah,"I said after
considering what to say."Does it turn you on ?"

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

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

"okay,"she whispered. She released my turncock and began
pushing her pantie down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them drop off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her substructure on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her pegleg so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her invertebrate foot dangling in the
air and my cock 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 lips splay out
to give the complete receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my forefront 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 pack of
her opening.

I continued to push. denim was strain, panting, her
thorax panting. She kept looking from my human face to her
fork, watching her father's pecker entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her rosehip. She put
her script on my implements of war, 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 year
old daughter, so denim was the youngest lady friend I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a trivial too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her to a greater extent firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and Forth, moving almost
three-quarters of my instrument in and out of her. It was
getting a footling well-heeled as she relaxed and got into
it. I was gladiola that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her 1st sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a footling cryptic
into her. She lifted her stage into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my bridge player
behind her knees to declare her legs up. Her dainty human foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her immature pussy. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"Daddy, pa,"she began to pant."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, babe, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my prick. I could palpate her
juice running over my balls. The way was filled
with the feeling of sex, of her young pussy and our
elbow grease. I moved my hands up to savvy her ankle. She
cried out when I brought her substructure to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a manus over her lip
and screamed into it. Her slit clamped down on my
cock and she began to stimulate and pulsate. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her 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 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 dick into her
and groaned as I felt my coming begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, daddy. Don't wrench out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eye 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 duration of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, Wave of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my shaft was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five proficient shots into her, then my
shaft continued to pulse for another arcminute as my high up
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a pie-eyed
hug. She sucked my lingua into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
weaponry, feeling her bleakness against me as her cunt
continued to try to milk my prick.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the face of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
enamour her breath."Did you like it, pa ?"she
asked.

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

"pop !"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 import 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 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 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,"dungaree said."It's okay.
dad, I think you're the double-dyed man. You're my
dada. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
married woman,"she paused,"but we can pretend, right ?"

I found myself smiling stupidly."Yes, we can,"I
agreed."I would have it away 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, Daddy,"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 great deal
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out wearing apparel and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
angelical dear to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

"I love you, too, dad,"she whispered. She went
into her way and closed her doorway. I went to the
bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the quietus of
the Night I dreamed of dungaree, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a secure day .
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