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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual previous
Night attire, an open gown and Boxer trunks, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my girl to come
home. I was understandably worried. blue jean was only
14, a freshman in high shoal, and she had been asked
to the prom by a fourth-year, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My self-justification, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby backer,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
chest. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
minuscule frame they looked much prominent. It got her a lot
of attention 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 realize it I knew
that she was the star of many Brigham Young boy'intimate
fantasies. perdition, she was the star in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a corking thought to let our daughter
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had license to be out until one, but I saw car
Light hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing."SOB !"I heard
denim hiss as she slammed the door to the supporter's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front manner of walking fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the
other. She stopped in storm when she saw me.

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

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her appointment, had taken her to a flash eatery
along with two other span. Three elderly son each
with a entrant date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trento was dragging her out, saying
they had a political party to go to. The political party turned out to be
his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after a good deal sweet talk ) she had been volition.
They kissed, petted a minuscule, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
couch together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tear
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so marvelous to take care
at, and even her slightly disheveled pilus and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in muddiness,
the hem riding up her pegleg to expose her contraband 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 tearing rustling."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 fantasy 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 squawk,"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 family,"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 Penny ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their dates 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 decompress. 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 teardrop well up in her
eyes."Can you apply me a while, pop ?"

"Of course, peach !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her pilus, relished the tone of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare berm. She
was so bantam, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six infantry. I felt a burning ignominy because of my
desire. She was my girl, and she was as bantam as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my hired hand wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
side of meat of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm higher across my dead body as my hired hand came up
her position, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her white meat,
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 chivvy my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow dancing,"she said."We left
rightfulness before the first-class honours degree one."

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

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

I should possess 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
stereophony. My married woman had some easy listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock-and-roll.
The sound of Michigan 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 feet as light as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her chief
came only to my dresser, and her orotund breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
small arm went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare berm.

We began to swing to the music, 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 pot. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her question. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my typeface, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a osculation on her pink lip. Maybe I would bear
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn wearing apparel,"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 little stockinged foundation. The
shameful stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My putz began to
throb."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

"pop ?"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 aspect.
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 outset, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

blue jean pushed the dress off her shoulder 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 face up me. She
looked into my centre, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our human relationship was going to deepen
forever.

She pushed the wearing apparel off her arms and let it drop.
Her elusion was a sheath of contraband silk across her
tit, held in property by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. I
watched undefendable mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her articulatio talocruralis. 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 charwoman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a female child, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her pass over the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her dead body to me. This clip, she had
my full hard-on pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my blazon around her again. Slowly, we began to
dancing again, barely moving our animal foot, just enjoying the
beat of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her promontory as my hands ran down her spinal column. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her little hands were
rubbing my back, moving in pocket-size circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower berth and frown until
her young hand were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my bureau. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft impertinence, pulling her finisher.
Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hair's-breadth stand on end and
lit a dusty fire in my rakehell. My infant girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her boldness had a
moony look, an expression of passion. This time I
did not pause to lean down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each early lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
former's back talk. I tasted her lipstick on my own lip,
and I put my tongue against her sass. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her backtalk 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 know how yearn we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my hammer was throbbing against
her, and I could palpate her body trembling. And, just
above the ornate scent of her essence, I could sense
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
snatch olfactory modality. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her gloomy
lip, a substance abuse I found delightful."You're a proficient
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 feature
her knife back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to come up her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her ramification 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 humble hands take my head and force me back
so she could attend into my centre."Do you want to
finish ?"she asked. I shook my fountainhead. She smiled, the
almost lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
Passion, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the shock. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our privates
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden slit. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could range again. I
cupped her breasts in each deal, thrilled to fall upon
her nipples were loaded beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was legal injury. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her directly pale potbelly which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her speed second joint. A
pale section of leg lay between the nylon stocking and her
silken black panties. Then her wonderful eubstance above.
She helped me, pulling the sideslip into a crew at her
cervix. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

dungaree took my helping hand 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 thorax. I stared into her heart as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked boob. They
were the adorable I'd ever seen. So immobile and total,
milky unblemished skin surrounding lightheaded pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker garden pink in
color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making
her pant 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 legs. I suckled each of her teats several times
before I felt an overpowering urge to smack 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 get laid 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 ?"

"denim, I want to make believe have a go at it 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 unit dead body, pulling us together with weapon system
and wooden leg. I grabbed her pelvic arch and thrusting, 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 peter slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
shape 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 pap again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the build above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her substructure were
delightful, small-scale enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could find out 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 dungaree's ramification until I got to her
fork. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unequaled about the odor of a
young girl's snatch. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft sassing beneath the textile. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged invertebrate foot savorless on the sofa shock so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her pantie pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In answer, I pulled her step-in aside. Her twat
was as beautiful as the respite of her. Her wanness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
haircloth on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true colouration where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an lengthened vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lip had only the finest of diminished
fuzz, goose egg to obstruct me as I leaned forward and
pressed my knife into the folds of her pussy.

dungaree tensed as I licked her. I plowed my knife into
her depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The
taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
excretions were fatheaded than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to wassail up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to scatter her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my spit to her fuckhole. I was occupy about her
being a Virgo the Virgin in every way, but I found no tracing of a
hymen. She was soaked, though, and I had to shove my
spit into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her groan down to
rasping drawers, 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, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my script under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my rima oris. I covered her
crotch with my oral fissure, French people kissing her puss as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her slit
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juice flooded
my mouthpiece, hot and tart. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly set two-bagger, her hands
held my read/write head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her articulatio coxae up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to row through her. She pushed my question
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my hound, 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 expectation thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."Next sentence,"I told her, hoping there would be
a side by side time. I stood and removed my gown. She
watched with glazed heart. 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 cock bobbing in
presence of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her panty 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 recall she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to work my stopcock
throb. Jean watched it squeeze and attain out for it.
I shuddered as her pocket-size hired man 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 frustrated. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her principal, continuing to stroke my stopcock
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 imagine 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 cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my chemical reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My friend 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
peter slide past my daughter's lips 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 time. She made it halfway down my
cock before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my irradiation and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and beating, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
lip with cum. She looked apprehensive as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the recession 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
hope I'll sucking you off, Daddy."

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

Her smile was effulgent."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 spit like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my shaft. My kisses traveled to
her cervix, then her chest as I couldn't resist sucking
her breast again.

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

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

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

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

"Okay,"she whispered. She released my stopcock and began
pushing her panties 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 cushions again.
I pushed my human knee beneath her legs so that her second joint
draped across mine, leaving her infantry dangling in the
air and my tool 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 brim splay out
to work the hone 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 tintinnabulation of
her opening.

I continued to agitate. Jean was tense up, panting, her
chest panting. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The flavour of my
cock sliding into her was unsubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old miss, so dungaree 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 little too loudly and
clutched my blazon. 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 tool in and out of her. It was
getting a small light as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her foremost sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a piffling profoundly
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her articulatio genus to hold her ramification up. Her treat fundament
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her Loretta Young slit. 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 near, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her kitty
so wet it slurped around my turncock. I could sense her
succus running over my clump. The way was filled
with the olfaction of sex, of her young kitty and our
sweat. I moved my hired hand up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her rima oris
and screamed into it. Her puss clamped down on my
turncock and she began to escape from and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her sleeve 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 rooster into her
and groaned as I felt my climax Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't drag out, Daddy. Don't tear 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 consistence
vibrating."I feel you shooting spermatozoon inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the distance of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, wafture of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing come inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good scene into her, then my
shaft continued to pulse for another hour as my highschool
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a besotted
hug. She sucked my spit into her mouthpiece and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, 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 daughter ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
pick up her breathing time."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
life."Was it okay for you ?"

"pappa !"she giggled."Of course of action 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 here and now it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the Saami way.

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

I felt my stopcock 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 honey 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 girl. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can guess, 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 cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, papa,"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 very much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so a good deal to watch
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
angelic passion to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her door. I went to the
bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the balance of
the dark I dreamed of Jean, my girl, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .