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Karen giggled. "I can see that!" Her soft brown eyes roved over her father's nudity in a thoughtful glance. She had often seen him in swim trunks, but this was the first time she'd seen him in the altogether. She nodded approval when her glance settled on his half-hard cock.

He stiffened, and his cock grew limp.

"Please, Karen, I'm in no mood for these little tricks. Will you leave the

room until I get dressed, or will you at least hand me my pajamas!" He pointed to the dresser drawer.

"Un-unh, Daddy." Her voice was low. "I want to see you this way for a special reason." Her eyes were mysterious pools.

"Oh?" The odd remark dispelled some of his embarrassment. "Why?"

"I've been thinking, Daddy, about the run-in we had the other night."

"And?"

"Fm sorry.~ Really I am. I acted mean and hateful. I knew you couldn't have seen me and Derek. That was your night out. I figured Alice must've told you. Right?"

He nodded.

"And I'm sorry I was so blunt."

He smiled. "Okay, Karen. Let's forgive and forget. Now that that's settled, will you please let me get something on?"

She sat down beside him and grabbed his hand.

Squeezing it, she said, "The other night you wanted to discuss things with me. Like about the birds and the bees." She smiled knowingly.

He, grimaced. "Hah! That was a big goof! Seems like you know more about that kinda stuff than I do."

Karen shook her head. "Not really, Daddy. I just pretend I do. There's a lot of things I don't know. Let's talk about 'em. Maybe you can straighten me

out on some things. Please?" Her soft brown eyes pleaded.

"Me! Teach you something? Hell, that's a laugh!" He was unconvinced. Then he grew sober. "Exactly how much do you know?"

"I know the basic concepts," admitted Karen. "Like about male and female organs. Reproduction. Safe periods. The pill. All the technical details. That I know. Most kids eighteen know all that kinda stuff."

"Then what can I tell you?"

"About love. Personal feelings. Things that aren't covered in books. Like why did you and Mom get divorced? Why did she run off and leave you?" Karen glanced suggestively at his hidden cock. "Surely you must've satisfied her?"

The flush in his face deepened. "I think you'd better leave, Karen. This kind of personal thing is between the persons involved."

Karen hopped to her feet, pouting. "There! You see! You're turning me off. You don't want to talk things over with me. All you want to do is lecture me.

Treat me like a kid." She thrust out her titties, which strained against the slip she was wearing. Tears came to her eyes. "You don't love me any more, do you, Daddy? You only love that big fat cow you married!"

He beat down an urge to slap her. She was getting hysterical. Instead, he impulsively reached for her, drew her down onto the bed and crushed her into an embrace. He, too, was sobbing.

"My baby. My little girl. I love you so much." He pressed his lips to hers. He stroked her long brown hair. "Please don't hate me any more. I love you so much. I want things to be like they were before between us. Daddy's little girl, to have and to hold."

Karen nestled into his embrace, a smile on her pretty face. His moving her about on the bed brought his cock close to her one hand. She cautiously wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed gently. She listened to the words he was crooning into her ear. This was like old times. He loved her. He really loved her. This would make it easier for her to implement the wild plan she had in the back of her mind.

He seemed unaware tat she was playing with his cock. She eased one leg up over his hip to allow for more playing room on his dangling prick.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered. "I love you so much." She kissed him again and again. She sobbed happily.

Again and again he kissed his little girl. His mind surged back into time. She was again his little baby. The little girl he'd watched grow from a tiny tot. The little girl who had grown so pretty.. So beautiful. The little girl of whom he was so proud.

He was so wrapped up in his memories of the past that he was unaware of what was taking place in the immediate present. His mind had traveled. backward through time. He was crooning a song to his little baby girl. His heart was filled with joy. His little girl had returned to him. He stroked her hair. He stared adoringly into her eyes. His own eyes were misty and filled with glints of happiness.

"My baby," he murmured. "My little girl. I love you. I love you."

Karen scootched around until she was under her father. Ever so slowly, she positioned herself, being very careful not to break the magic spell he was under. Now, at last, she was directly under him, staring happily up into his love-filled eyes. She spread her legs apart and lifted her knees ever so slowly. She had a good grip on his prick which was getting hard under her ministrations. Gently and carefully, she eased his hard cock toward her tiny cunt.

She teased the head of his enormous cock to the entrance of her cant. She placed her hands on his naked butt and gently eased him forward. Wordlessly she pressed her lips to his in a soul kiss. At the same moment, she humped her cunt upward. She hoped she could take his enormous cock. She had felt of its gigantic size while fondling

it. It was by far the biggest one she'd ever laid a hand on. Much bigger than Derek's, and the other boys she'd been fucking lately.

Sucking in a deep breath, ~and clenching her teeth to her lips, she gave a shove upward, trying to impale Daddy's big cock with her tiny cunt. The effort failed. The enormous cockhead wasn't about to slide into the tiny slit. It was an unequal struggle. The big cock was far too large to enter the small opening.

It had the adverse effect of snapping him out of the dream world he had entered. Reality surged through him. The song of love for his little girl died~ on his lips. He frowned. Then, realizing she was lying under him in a conventional fucking position, and trying to get his prick into her cunt, he paled. He hopped from the bed as if jabbed in the ass with a bayonet.

His face red with anger, he roared, "Karen! What the hell are you trying to do?"

Karen flushed. Her plan went down the drain. She pouted. "I was trying to get you to fuck me, Daddy." She decided to be truthful.

Visibly shaken, and knees wobbling, he staggered to the small bar in the far corner of the bedroom. He poured a drink and gulped it down. Then another, and another. Then, with filled glass in hand, he went back to the bed. He shook his head in disbelief He realized he'd been conned into almost fucking his own daughter! He knew that his being carried back in time and memory had been one-sided. On his part. Not for one moment had Karen returned to the past.

Shaking his head and staring sorrowfully at her, he moaned. The little minx was still lying on her back, legs spread wide. The light had gone from her eyes. The sobs had receded. She was again the defiant one. The rebel.

"Why, Karen?" he murmured, sipping at his drink, and staring hopelessly. "Why?"

Karen, her initial plan having been sidetracked, went into the next phase of her operation. She hopped from the bed. She shoved him back onto

it.

"Because I hate that fat slob you married, that's why!" Her eyes blazed as she spat out the words.

Shaking his head helplessly, he sipped at his drink, then said, "You tried to get me into bed with you. To fuck you. All because you hate Alice? I don't understand?" He took a deep swallow of his drink.

"Of course you don't understand! You never did understand. You never bothered to ask me and Bob if you should remarry. No. You trotted Alice in one day and said you were going to marry hen You didn't even bother to ask if we approved, or anything like that!"