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Here's an original story. It's a new Gail story, but NOT a continuation of the other.
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Consoling My Daughter (Mf, inc)
by Cuddlybear
************
This is purely a work of fiction, inspired by and dedicated to a
very sexy, beautiful and special young woman (overage). Although
by the same author and with similar characters, this is NOT part
of the series that was started with "Gail and her Daddy - Part 1
(M/g, g-solo, inc, pedo, first time)." That series dealt with a
10-year-old Gail - and will soon be continued. This is a
standalone story dealing with a 23-year-old Gail.
The lifeblood of every writer is feedback and comments. Please
write to me at <a
href="mailto:ofdw@talk21.com">ofdw@talk21.com</a>. Thank you.
************
It had been one of the saddest and hardest days of my life...
maybe THE hardest. My 23-year-old daughter, Gail, and I were the
last to leave the gravesite of my son-in-law, Glen. I had
thought that Gail had cried herself out at the wake, or at the
hospital when Glen died, or the week before as he lay in a coma
but, no, she always seemed to have more tears....
When she finished crying at the cemetery long after the others
left, we headed to my SUV and I started to drive her home. The
sun was setting and we had an hour's drive ahead of us. Gail was
still sniffling but we rode all the way home in silence, me not
knowing what to say.
As I exited off the parkway, Gail turned to me. "Daddy, don't
take me home," she said. "I don't want to be alone tonight in
the house. Take me to your place." I obliged.
When we got to my house, I put the key in the door, and let Gail
walk in first, and I went to put up some supper. Gail walked
into the den, off the kitchen, sat down on the couch and started
to sob. I decided it was time for me to hold her. I sat down
next to her, put my arms around her as she lifted her head to
rest her chin on my shoulder, and started to cry even louder.
"Daddy, I miss Glen soooooooooo much!"
"I know, Punkin, we all do," I said. "It'll take some time, but
one day - trust me - you will feel better." I knew I was
struggling here, trying to say something that made sense that
wasn't trite. And I knew I was failing.
"Daddy, Glen was everything to me and he did so much for me. He
was my sun in the daytime, my moon at night. He was my husband,
my lover, my best friend. He made me happy all day long every
day. I miss his touch, his protection, his tender kiss."
"Well, I can protect you," I feebly offered. "And I am holding
you, and I can tenderly kiss you." And with that I pulled away
from Gail so her face would fall off my shoulder, and I kissed
her ever so gently on the forehead and then once on each cheek.
"Daddy, that feels nice," Gail commented. "But that's not the
kind of kiss I need. This is what I need." And with that Gail
shocked me, by planting her lush, soft red lips on mine, and
forcing her tongue into my mouth! Her tongue felt so good in my
mouth, I forgot for the moment that this was my daughter, and I
responded like any man would. I kissed her passionately back,
having my tongue duel with hers. The kiss seemed to last forever
- and my cock grew very hard in my pants.
When she finally broke the kiss, there was neither a tear in her
eye, nor a smile on her lips. It was not a planned trap by my
daughter, nor did she seem to be embarrassed by what she had just
done. She did seem, at least temporarily, content.
"Let me get out of this black dress and change into something a
bit more comfortable. I'll see you in the kitchen for dinner in
10 minutes." And with that she went to the bedroom that was hers
growing up in this house, where she still kept a few clothes.
I went to the kitchen, confused and perplexed. I set the table
and brought the food to the table when Gail reappeared, in jeans
and a T-shirt - and obviously no bra, as her hard nipples
protruded obviously from the shirt.
We sat down to eat - again in silence - and I tried to remember
back...
***********
A few days after her high school graduation, Gail turned 18.
She clearly did not want to go to college, although her high
school grades were good enough for just about any college within
100 miles - and it was clear to us if she did go, she would dorm.
She got a job in an upscale men's clothing store, but instead of
a job as a cashier, she was made a floor-walking customer
consultant, helping men pick out their suits. Traditionally, in
men's stores, this was an all-male job, but the manager saw that
she was bright, bubbly and semi-aggressive in making a sale - and
wanted to try something unorthodox.
I have to tell you a bit about Gail. She is 5' 5" tall, and
about 105 lbs. She has long curly flowing red hair with a killer
face and smile. She has an awesome figure, tight, taut butt,
slender hips, flat belly. He only area where many, including
herself, might consider her lacking, was that she had small
breasts - 32A's to be exact. In that one area she never
blossomed, and although she was constantly asked out on dates,
she did lack some confidence in herself because of her boobies.
The second week on the job, Glen walked in to the store. He
immediately spotted my daughter and walked past all the salesmen
directly to Gail. He struck up a conversation with her, and
within two or three minutes, they were joking and laughing with
each other like old friends, and flirting with each other. Gail
was pleased with the attention and immediately took a very deep
liking to Glen... Okay, within seconds she had a crush on him.
There was only one problem. Whereas Gail was 18, Glen was
forty.
********
Gail sat down at the kitchen table and when I asked her what I
could get her, she informed me that she wanted nothing, that she
was not hungry and would just watch me eat and keep me company.
"Gail, honey, you have to eat something," I implored her. "You
haven't eaten in weeks, sweetheart, and it's starting to show.
You have to eat or you'll wither away."
"Okay, Daddy, I'll eat something." She asked for a bowl of soup
and I was happy to serve her.
But as I place the bowl in front of her, I couldn't help but
stare at her lips I had just kissed, and glance at her small tits
with their huge prominent nipples.
********
At one point Gail asked Glen his inseam measurement. Glen said
he wasn't sure but would reward her greatly for the thrill of
having her measure it. Gail chuckled, took out the tape measure
and kneeled in front of Glen. She then held the measure from the
top of his shoes to the top of his thigh at the crotch. Glen
purposely tried to make his balls twitch, which surprised Gail
and made her fall back, shocked and laughing. Glen helped her
up, and when she was standing inches away from his face, she
whispered, "Your inseam is ... 32 inches."
They picked out a suit, he tried on the jacket, and then he took
the whole suit to the fitting rooms to try it on. The fitting
rooms in this store were not wooden benches with a short curtain
covering it. It was much classier. Each room was actually
totally private with a real door in the front and cushioned
chairs inside. Glen asked Gail to stay nearby.
Once he got the suit on, he asked Gail to come into his fitting
room. She thought it odd, but she was intrigued and wanted to
see the sale go through. She walked into the fitting room and
Glen looked impeccable in the new suit.
Glen looked at Gail and asked her how the suit looked on him.
She told him he looked magnificent. "Gail, I have to be honest,"
Glen continued. "I need to test this suit out to see if it's
functional. I date a lot as I am single and have never been
married. (Neat how I worked that into a conversation, no?) I
take my dates to upscale restaurants where I like to wear suits.
But after dinner, we often wind up kissing. I need to see if I
can kiss in this suit. Mind if I try it out on you - just as a
clinical experiment?"
Gail may have been a lot younger than Glen, but she was not
nave. She recognized this as a pickup line and was quite
flattered. Plus she already had developed a major crush on the
guy - and he was single! She stepped into his arms as he wrapped
them around her, tilted her head back and kissed Glen.
Glen's tongue was in her mouth in seconds. The kiss was long,
wet, passionate, hot, erotic and sexy - among other things. Gail
felt her pussy getting moist, then wet, then soaked. As he
continued to hold her and kiss her, Gail started to feel Glen's
cock hardening and pushing against her.
When they finally broke the kiss, Gail was totally aroused and
completely out of breath. Glen continued with his act. "Thank
you, Gail. That was a wonderful test. This suit is perfect for
kissing. The only thing is a problem has arisen elsewhere."
Pointing to his crotch, Glen added, "Now it doesn't quite fit me
over here."
Gail followed Glen's redirection of her attention and saw his
pants tenting lewdly as the outline of the biggest, hardest cock
she'd ever seen lay only inches away from her. In an instant Gail
decided to take control of "the game" by going on the offensive.
"I think I know how to fix that." With that, Gail kneeled in
front of Glen, unzipped his fly, and withdrew his monster cock.
She gave it two long licks, then gobbled as much as she could
stuff into her mouth.
In his wildest dreams Glen never imagined Gail would blow him in
the fitting rooms. And she was doing an expert job, too! She
took a good 5 inches of his seven-incher into her mouth, whipping
the cock-head in the process with her expert tongue. "Oh, baby,
you suck cock sooooooooo well!... Ooooohhh, you sweet little
cocksucker!,,, You are driving me so wild...I won't be able to
last much longer... Gonna cum in your mouth... Gotta cum in your
mouth to protect your clothes and the new suit..." With that
Glen grabbed Gail's hair and head and held it in place, as he
fucked her mouth with the final thrusts before cumming. Gail
decided to finish him off in a big way, and started moaning
loudly - legitimately turned on - to give him a hummer
sensation.
Glen, feeling the added vibrations of the hummer, just lost it
and started spewing his gooey cum into Gail's waiting mouth,
moaning loudly himself. "Oh, FUCK! I'm cumming in your
mouth!... Swallow all my sperm, Gail... Drink it all down into
your belly... Whoa!"
***********
I finished my dinner at the same time as Gail finished her soup.
We were both emotionally and physically drained and extremely
exhausted. Gail said "Goodnight, Daddy!" and kissed me on the
lips but with just a peck, and headed upstairs to her old room.
I cleaned up the dishes, and headed to my room to get undressed
and go to bed.
***********
Glen reciprocated by eating Gail out to orgasm in that Fitting
Room that afternoon. Within a week they were dating, and within
6 weeks Gail was living with Glen in his apartment.
Reaction to Glen as he started coming around and soon started
meeting Gail's friends, was overall negative. People could not
understand the age difference. Most family members - including
my wife and older daughter - thought it was more than strange.
They thought it was sick and perverted. They understood what
kind of a thrill a hot-blooded young (overage) girl would be to
an "older gentleman," but couldn't understand what Gail saw in a
40-year-old Glen - except an opportunity to marry her "Daddy."
(I was 5 years older than Glen at the time.) I was complimented
by the thought that she might be interested in Glen as a
substitute for me - I never knew she wanted to marry her "Daddy"
- but even without the compliment, I was her number one defender
and protector. I tried to get everyone off her back.
As time went even further on, and people got to know Glen really
well, he started winning people over. He certainly won over my
wife, Cheryl, and Gail's sister, Susan. Soon a wedding date was
set, and just days shy of her 19th birthday, Gail and Glen were
married and moved to a brand new house less than two miles away
from ours.
There continued to be whispers about Gail marrying her "daddy,"
but I ignored them. I had asked Gail why she was marrying Glen,
and took her at her word that she loved him, she loved the fact
that he was worldly, established, mature and so not like the guys
her age that she knew. Gail had given me no indication that she
was at all attracted to Glen as her Daddy. Until that one
time...
***********
As I lay in bed, I reflected back to the full kiss with tongue
that Gail had given me when we arrived home earlier. I lay in my
bed with just my boxers on, as was my custom for sleepwear, and I
began to stroke my dick. It seemed weird that my daughter had
aroused me so, but she had. I was harder after that kiss than I
had been in the two years since my dear late wife, Cheryl, had
passed away. I was terribly reluctant to date, but constantly
horny. I had taken to masturbating like a teen, almost every
night before bed, as a way to have (some sort of) sex and as a
way of sedating myself for sleep.
But tonight, stroking my cock to thoughts of my daughter's kiss
and her sexy "little-girl" body was wrong on so many levels. I
was rock hard and on the verge of cumming when the thought
occurred to me that to masturbate to my daughter is to commit
fantasy incest, and so I let go of my cock and rolled over on my
side to try to sleep.
**********
One Sunday afternoon during football season about a half-year
after Gail and Glen were married, they had come over for a late
lunch and I was in the den supposedly watching the game with my
son in law. Gail was in the kitchen with her mom, cleaning up.
The game got boring, so I picked up the paper and started
reading. We have a large screen TV in the den, and Glen was
sitting on the loveseat almost opposite my lounger where I was
reading. But both of us could see the TV from there, although my
head was now in the paper.
Gail had walked in from the kitchen and went over to sit on
Glen's lap. All of a sudden I hear her say, "So how's my Daddy
enjoying the football game?" Certain that she was teasing me
because I was reading the paper, I looked up over the top only to
catch her sitting on Glen's lap, hugging him, facing him. Before
it registered that Gail had been talking to Glen, I said, "Well,
it's a bit boring." Gail's head snapped around to look at me and
she turned beet red in the face as she knew that I had caught her
addressing Glen as Daddy, Gail seeming to momentarily forget I
was in the room.
The jig was up.
********
I lay in bed unable to sleep. My head was overflowing with
information, thoughts, feelings, emotions, mental pictures. Too
much had transpired over the past day; heck, over the past two
hours! My routine was broken; as immature as it was, I needed to
cum in order to tire myself and fall asleep, but I couldn't
masturbate without thinking about Gail. I willed my erection
down, luckily. And what was up with that kiss earlier tonight?
What was Gail thinking then? Was she really just trying to make
believe it was Glen kissing her one more time? How could she
kiss her very own Daddy that way?
The door of my bedroom swung open and Gail walked into the room,
bathed in near total darkness. "Daddy, are you awake?" "Yes,
dear, I am." "Daddy, please don't make me sleep alone tonight.
I am so lonely... and so scared! Can I slip into bed with you
like I used to during a thunderstorm? Will you protect me and
make me feel warm and safe?"
I turned around to face her. I could barely see that she was
wearing a very sheer teddy, but in the darkness I could not see
her body through it. "Sure, honey," I assured her. "Come sleep
in Daddy's bed." I held open the covers for her as I rolled onto
my back completely and moved to the right side of the bed to
surrender the left to her. Gail climbed into the bed, and
scooted over to snuggle up against me, not what I had expected.
She put her arms around me, and turned on her side facing me.
She snuggled her chest along the side of my torso, and then
draped her left leg over mine, resting her foot in between my
legs. She pressed as much of her body as she could against mine,
and I could feel, unmistakably, her small patch of pubic hair
grinding against my outer thigh. (She was obviously not wearing
panties.) I was trying not to move, to be passive, as any
movement I made might be misconstrued as lewd or coming onto her.
I was nervous, but aroused at the same time. My nearly naked
daughter was lying next to me, pressing her sweet, firm, sexy
little body into mine. And yet I lay there petrified. And then
Gail moved her left arm and hand.
She moved it down my neck, touching and rubbing my body, then
onto my chest and it's graying thick chest hair, rubbing against
my pebble hard nipples, down my belly to my waist... and on... As
she did so, my cock hardened in my shorts, to a full erection.
Gail's eyes were closed as if in a half-sleep - which clearly she
couldn't be in yet - but then she snaked her hand under the
waistband of my boxers, through my pubic hair, to my very rigid
cock. Stroking once the full length of it, as if to measure it's
size, she then opened her eyes wide as saucers as she looked
directly into mine, lifting her face off the bed to see me
better.
"Oh, Daddy! Your cock is so hard and big! Did your little girl
do that to you? Is that cock all hard because of me?"
"Yes, Punkin. You did that, sweetheart. It's all because of
you."
"Oh, Daddy," Gail continued in a little girl voice, "it must be
very uncomfortable to have such a hard cock with nowhere to cum,
right? It might even hurt." She was now stroking it again.
Slowly. Deliberately. Teasingly.
"Yes, Princess, it does hurt Daddy."
"Daddy, would it feel better if I could make it cum?"
"Yes, sweetie," I answered, no longer being cautious. "It
would."
I had expected her to jack me off with a hand job. Instead, she
pulled down my boxers to my ankles, threw the covers off of me,
and lying perpendicular on the bed, she positioned her face and
mouth over my cock. "I want to suck my Daddy's big fat cock like
a lollipop, and make it squirt into my itty-bitty mouth." And
with that she started to lick up and down on my cock, first one
side, then the other.
I as in heaven. Her mouth felt exquisite as she sucked and
licked and teased and lapped at my cock. She's an excellent
cocksucker, I remember thinking to myself. She then gently
licked my hairy balls, which were huge and very full from the
repeated teasings I had gotten from my daughter all evening.
Leaving my balls, she positioned her mouth at the top of my
cock. She looked poised as if to finally envelope it in her
mouth. "Daddy, I'm going to take your whole cock in my mouth
now. I want to watch you as I make you cum, as I get you to
squirt your gooey jism into my mouth, as I taste you and swallow
your baby-seed. Please turn on a gentle light." I reached over
to my nightstand, and turned the 3-way bulb to its lowest
position.
Gail lowered her opened mouth down the shaft of my cock! The
sensation was impossible to describe! No one had ever sucked my
cock as well as she did. She "swallowed" my fuck meat down to
the root, constantly looking in my eyes as I watched her erotic
maneuvers. She withdrew her mouth until just the bulbous head of
my cock was still in it, and then she licked and lathered my
cockhead with her tongue. She pushed her pursed lips once more
all the way down the shaft, nuzzling my pubes and now playing
ever so gently with my balls. She withdrew her mouth once more,
this time wrapping one hand on the shaft, leaving one hand on my
sperm-laden testicles.
Her mouth and hand stroking combination, with one hand massaging
my balls, was quickly taking its toll on me. I knew I'd last
another two or three strokes at best. I groaned a bit, closing
my eyes for a second, then quickly opening them realizing this
was not a sight I wanted to miss. With a mouth full of my
cockhead, my daughter begged me once more, "Please, Daddy, cum in
your little girl's mouth! I am so thirsty for your cum!"
On the next downstroke, my cock flared one more time, and with a
groan that sounded like, "ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!," my cock
erupted into Gail's mouth, spurting one long ribbon of cum after
another down her gullet.
Gail smiled from the moment the first spurt hit her throat, and
she continued smiling while sucking and swallowing every last
drop of my jism - and then keeping my cock in her mouth while it
slowly deflated. When it was totally down, she let it plop from
her mouth, she smiled broadly, and she scooted up over my body to
kiss me.
It was not a chaste normal Daddy-daughter kiss. It was a kiss
of intimate, passionate lovers, who had just shared the most
intimate of sex acts. I tasted my own cum on her tongue. After
what seemed to be an eternity, Gail broke the kiss.
"Did Daddy like the way his little Princess sucked his cock?
The way his little Punkin sucked the fucking cum out of his
balls? The way his little girl played with his balls and
swallowed his gooey fuck juice down her throat? Does Daddy like
the fact that his little girl is his cum-slut and whore?"
All I could do was nod.
"Does Daddy want to see what his little girl looks likenaked?"
Nodding yes again, Gail lifted the flimsy nightie over her head.
As she sat up over my belly, my eyes traveled over her whole
gorgeous sexy petite body, all the way down to her trimmed pubic
hair, which perfectly matches her bright, long, red hair on the
top of her head.
"Daddy, I've been dreaming about having sex with you since the
fist time I masturbated in the shower when I was eleven years
old! Tonight, all my dreams come true... Daddy, blowing you got
me all wet, and I was close to cumming when you exploded. Can
you return the favor and eat me till I cum?" "Sure sweetie, just
put that sweet, young pussy of yours right over my mouth."
Gail scooted up my body, as I moved down the bed a bit. On her
knees she straddled my head, slowly lowering her pussy onto my
face and mouth. I looked wide-eyed at her fuck hole as she was
lowering it. It was not just wet, but literally dripping her
girl cum onto my lips. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out.
The minute I started to lick her, Gail started to grind her pussy
and clit onto my face, closing her eyes a bit, and moaning.
"Ummmmmmmm... Daddy... Do you like the way your little girl's
pussy tastes?... Oh, yes, Daddy, your licking my cunt and clit so
good!... Oh, fuck, Daddy, I am so fucking close!... Remember, I
haven't had sex in weeks... Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna cum on your
face... in your mouth... Oh, fuck!... And... One more thing,
Daddy... Your little Princess is a squirter!... Ooooooohhh... I'm
gonna fucking squirt my pussy juice into your mouth!...
Ohhhhhh!... Here I cum!!!!"
With that she ground her pussy onto my lips in a fixed position,
and flooded my mouth with spurt after spurt of her girl cum, as
my thumb diddled her engorged and enlarged clit through her
orgasm. Her pussy juice was remarkably sweet, but in all my life
I never saw anyone cum much as she did - and it thrilled me
beyond belief. Although I was already 50, this was one night
where even my cock acted as if I was a teen again - and by the
time Gail was finished cumming, I was fully erect again!
"Oh, Daddy!," Gail cried as she slowly climbed off my face, "you
are the best pussy-licker and cunt-eater in the world! That was
the absolute best! All I need now is to get fucked really
hard... and ... (noticing my cock's readiness)... I think you're
just the Daddy to do it!... Oh, Daddy, do you want to fuck your
little girl in her pussy really hard and make her cum again and
again on your fuck-stick?" "Yes, dear, of course I do."
"Well, Daddy, your little Punkin is already your personal
cum-slut and whore. But I'm a dirty, bad girl who wants to get
pumped and pounded from the rear, doggy-style... so... let me get
up on all fours here at the edge of the bed, and let Daddy put
his big fucking cock up his sweet Princess' pussy from behind
her... And if Daddy thinks I've been a bad little girl, why he
can spank me and fuck me at the same time."
Gail got on all fours and I didn't have to be invited twice. I
positioned my cock head at the entrance to her love tunnel and
got ready to shove it in. Until now, I had let Gail monopolize
the sex talk. I decided that it was finally my turn.
"Are you ready, Punkin, for Daddy's cock and the fucking of a
lifetime?," I asked Gail. "Yes, Daddy," Gail replied, almost
crying, begging. "Please fuck me hard. Punish my cunt!"
I pushed the length of my cock into Gail's hole all the way in
one stroke! She certainly was wet enough to take it.
Nevertheless, it surprised her that I had done it that way, with
her little hole so tightly filled so suddenly, that she squealed
and shrieked. "AIYEEEEEEEEEEE!" I then started to quickly pound
her pussy, with long, hard, rapid strokes. "FUCK ME, DADDY!
FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL LIKE SHE'S NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE!"
I reached around her tiny waist and looked for her clit with my
left hand. Finding it I started diddling it vigorously... all
the while pounding her pussy with my cock at break-neck speed, my
balls slapping her just around where my hand was rubbing her
clit.
"And for talking such filth, so dirty, in front of your
Daddy,..." I play-acted, "here's a little spanking for you!" And
I slapped her ass medium-hard with my right hand once.
"OUCH! Daddy! That hurt!," Gail seemed to be play-acting, too.
"But I think I deserve at least four more smacks as punishment
for BEGGING YOU TO FUCK YOUR VERY OWN DAUGHTER'S PUSSY!"
On the next smack, I felt Gail's pussy start twitching and heard
her moan through her first orgasm while we were fucking.
"OHHHHHH, FUCCCCCCCCCCCK! I'm FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!" I did
all I could to hold on to my cum, but, to be honest, having cum
15 minutes ago was helping me dramatically.
I continued to pound her pussy with my cock and finger her clit
through her long cum, but was careful not to waste a smack on it.
I watched as her whole body twitched and spasmed through her
orgasm, as her head and hair shook violently through it. I felt
the gush of her girl cum rush out and bathe my cock this time.
It felt erotic and wonderful. I continued to fuck her hard.
"Oh, Daddy... Please, PLEASE FUCK ME EVEN HARDER! Make me cum
on your cock... AGAIN!"
I rammed my cock into her pussy relentlessly, smacking her again
on the ass. "That's for liking to cum so much!" Her pussy felt
even tighter after cumming (not that unusual) although it was so
well oiled and I moved through it very easily.
A minute later I smacked her one more time and felt her cum
starting. I knew I wouldn't be able to last through this one, so
I figured I'd use everything up. I gave her ass one last smack,
and listened to Gail wail. "OHHHHHHHH, DAAAAAAAAAAADDY! FUCK
ME! CUM WITH ME! I'M FUCKING CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG, FAT
DADDY COCK! SQUIRT YOUR BABY MAKING JUICE INSIDE ME!"
With that I groaned and dumped a huge load of cum up against my
little girl's cervix!
As she came down from her gut-wrenching orgasm, Gail fell
forward, collapsing face down on my bed. My cock, naturally
slipped out of her, and with me felling drained, I collapsed,
too, on my back on my side of the bed. About five minutes later,
Gail had caught her breath enough to stir, and cuddled up close
to me, in the same position that she had taken originally that
night when she joined me in bed.
Cuddling, we slept in that position all night.
*********
It's been a year since that fateful night, and my daughter and I
have lived together - in every sense of the word - ever since.
She gave up her own place out of lonliness, moving in with me.
Of course, there's nothing wrong with a young widowed daughter
moving back in with her widower Dad, and no one is looking at us
askance. If they only knew what's going on nearly every night
behind closed doors...
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