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support or dead is entirely co-occurrent. By
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endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
story contains word-painting of incest and sex between a
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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my common lately
night attire, an open robe and bagger drawers, watching
the Tonight appearance and waiting for my daughter to get along
dwelling. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a aged, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My alibi, of
course of study, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty magnanimous
chest. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
pocket-sized frame they looked much heavy. 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 see it I knew
that she was the lead of many young boy'intimate
fantasies. inferno, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very nonchalant attitude about
it and thought it was a great melodic theme to let our daughter
go off to the prom. 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 drive shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the threshold to greet her, and to
foreclose any driveway hugging."mother fucker !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the doorway 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 dress in one script and her blackguard in the
former. 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 storey
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 other couples. Three older boy each
with a starter date. They had stayed barely half an
time of day at the dancing, not even long enough to get their
icon 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 have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much coaxing ) she had been will.
They kissed, petted a short, and then…

"Then what, babe ?"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 howling to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
composition looked sexy to me. Her surgical gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her fatal 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 rough whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
soul 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 fancy about being her
first, never with any question that it would never
happen. She was my dear daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a cunt,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in battlefront of me.

"It's okay,"I told her, smiling."I know you use
those give-and-take. You can say them."

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

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

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

"So, you're okey then ?"

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

"Of course, smasher !"I said, enfolding her in my
blazonry. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the scented fragrance of
her hair, relished the feeling of her mild skin as I
stroked her neck and weapon, her bare shoulders. She
was so petite, only five substructure marvelous compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning pity because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
baby, 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
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her bequeath arm higher across my body as my script came up
her English, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My paw came tantalizingly close to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her shiver slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

"Know what I regret most ?"she said, whispering.

"What ?"I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my body watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

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

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

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

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

She didn't motion, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereophony. My married woman had some well-heeled listening CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked gruelling rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low intensity as I
turned back to my girl. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my paw and rose to her feet as light as
an saint. In her shoeless State, the top of her top dog
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped conclude together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my hand
on her bare shoulder.

We began to sway to the euphony, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my hard-on down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to roll in the hay what was pressing
against her tum. I bent over a piffling and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempt to tilt down
and industrial plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would birth
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn frock,"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-sized stockinged feet. The
blackamoor stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My prick began to
pounding."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to exact
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my face.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a pace back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At initiatory, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waistline
and I let go.

denim pushed the dress off her articulatio humeri then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her sensation, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to present me. She
looked into my optic, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to plump for out. That was when
I realized our kinship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arm and let it send away.
Her slick was a case of black silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy rubber band. She wiggled
her hip and let the dress fall to the base. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her ankle. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must search silly,"she said, eyes downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful cleaning woman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her track the
roadblock. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her trunk to me. This time, she had
my wide-cut erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her caput on my bureau. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
calendar method of our soundbox as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were
rubbing my back, moving in humble circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved low-spirited and humbled until
her unseasoned script were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her sonant boldness, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her clench on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold ardor in my blood line. My sister girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
moony look, an locution of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my typeface to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
sassing 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 back talk. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my knife against her rima oris. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her rima oris and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate French osculation. 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 cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body quiver. And, just
above the ornate scent of her aroma, I could sense
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. 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 lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a in effect
kisser,"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 stimulate
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
arm round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to osculate
more passionately.

"Oh, dad,"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 low hands take my head and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you desire to
give up ?"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
passionateness, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the couch and knack over, lowering
her to the cushion. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my ruggedness
pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my deal could ramble again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to pick up
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her world, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't forethought. And neither did
she. I pulled up her pillow slip so I could get my hand
beneath it. I stroked her plane pale tummy 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 upper thigh. A
blanch plane section of leg lay between the nylon and her
silky black panties. Then her howling body above.
She helped me, pulling the pillowcase into a lot at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

dungaree took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the figurehead and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her oculus 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 brightness level pink areolas.
Her mammilla were engorged and a darker garden pink in
people of colour. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the former as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her pegleg. I suckled each of her teats several multiplication
before I felt an overpowering itch 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 have intercourse 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 inconvenience 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 have sex to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, child,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole body, pulling us together with subdivision
and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My gown had come open. I
reached down and with a minuscule tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked rooster slid across her
scanty. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my girl'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 potbelly. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her stage until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be capable to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean's peg until I got to her
crotch. I could smack her plainly now, no misunderstanding.
There's something very unique about the olfactory property of a
young girl's pussy. I inhaled deeply before putting my
oral cavity on her break panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her easygoing sassing beneath the stuff. She gasped and
arched her backbone. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushion 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 lick me, Daddy ?"

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitation. The
hair on her question might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where iniquity red wisps
of pubic hairsbreadth formed an prolonged vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of small
haircloth, nada to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the flexure of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her profundity then swirled around her swollen button. The
taste was unspeakable, musky and clean. Her
excretions were thicker than piss, 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 finger's breadth to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my lingua to her fuckhole. I was care about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
virginal membrane. She was crocked, though, and I had to stuff my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be calm down, keeping her moans down to
rasping bloomers, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, script
tangling in my hair. I put my script under her ass,
helping her elevator her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
fork with my oral cavity, French people kissing her twat as she
began to judder. She quivered violently, her snatch
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly set look-alike, 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 delight
continued to course through her. She pushed my fountainhead
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my dog, smiling up at her angelic grimace 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 panorama thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
clip."Next sentence,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glassed eyes. When I shoved my boxershorts
down she sat up. The mooring 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 hammer bobbing in
front man of her. I couldn't believe the peck I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her branch 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 take in my cock
throb. Jean watched it nip and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her small manus 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 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 head, continuing to stroke my cock
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so thin.
I can't 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 justly there.

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

She nodded. I held my intimation 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 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 freeze down as I watched and felt my
cock glide past my daughter's sass into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a ice lolly, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this prison term. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shot and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and lacing, and cupped my
balls with her diminished hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked disturbed as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it legal injury ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the quoin 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 following prison term 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,
pop,"she said."I love you."

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

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a voicelessness. She
squeezed my hammer as it surged in her hand."pappa ? A
lot of male child say it's a turn on if two girlfriend get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

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

"pop !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said aught as she chewed her
lip, her guiltless looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the opening that might unfold up.

I kissed her again and crowd my rooster against her
privates."I want you now,"I told her.

"okeh,"she whispered. She released my prick and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to aid her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her pegleg,
letting them drop off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her understructure on the cushion again.
I pushed my genu beneath her stage so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet 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 interior lip splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry red was gone. She jumped as the
top dog popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to tug. Jean was tense, trousering, her
chest of drawers heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hip joint. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The look of my
putz sliding into her was insubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 twelvemonth
old miss, so Jean was the youngest missy 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 arms. My dick, 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 fiddling promiscuous as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her branch into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knees to hold her peg up. Her goody fundament
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her new kitty. I shoved intemperately
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 upright, so
good."

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her
juice running over my balls. The room was filled
with the look of sex, of her young cunt and our
sweat. I moved my manpower up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her human foot to my backtalk and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hired hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussycat clamped down on my
peter and she began to judder and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her subdivision free fall. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my cock out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her depths."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to massage her
own breasts."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my hammer into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm Menachem Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pulling out, Daddy. 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 cell inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my putz as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my vena, waves of intense pleasance that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good shots into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another minute of arc as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my knife into her oral cavity and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
weapon system, feeling her nakedness 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 daughter ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her breath."Did you like it, Daddy ?"she
asked.

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

"daddy !"she giggled."Of track 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 bit it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the Same way.

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

I felt my shaft 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 realise making 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.
daddy, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
pop. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can make believe, right ?"

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

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My putz started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, dad,"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 much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out apparel and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so a good deal to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
dulcet sexual love to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her doorway. I went to the
bath to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the rest of
the Nox I dreamed of dungaree, my girl, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .