Incest girl

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"Well, I'd better get going," said Paula's mother with a warm smile. "I have a lot of things to do downtown if we're going on that picnic tomorrow."

Paula looked at her attractive thirty-eight-year old mother from where she lay stretched out on a blanket, on the soft grass by the side of the pool. "Do you want me to come along, Mom?"

Her mother glanced at her husband lounging in a deck chair beside his daughter's blanket, then smiled at Paula. "You both look much too comfortable for me to disturb you. You keep your father company. I have to stop by the hospital too, and visit Mrs. Barker, so I'll be most of the afternoon. When I get back you can help me get supper ready."

"Okay, Mom."

"Goodbye, dear," said Paula's father.

Thank goodness she's gone, thought Paula, fidgeting restlessly on the soft blanket. Now I can get a chance to really talk to. Dad without her making me look like a child. What's the matter with her anyway? You'd think that she could see that I'm grown up. One thing for sure, I'll never treat my daughter like that when I'm thirty-eight. Dad is so different. He treats me like a woman, and gosh – is he ever good looking! He should have been a movie star. I wonder what it'd be like to be kissed by him – a real kiss, I mean, not a fatherly peck on the cheek. Heather said you can always tell if a man is a good lover by the way he kisses. I wonder where she heard that.

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