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"Maybe"
By Shon Richards

	"Maybe we should stop."

	"Your ass is too tight for me to stop."

	A laugh.  "Maybe your cock is too big."

	"Its too late to stop now.  It was too late when I first pulled 
your underwear down."

	"God, I just feel so wrong.  What if Carl finds out?"

	"That's nothing.  Imagine Denise's reaction.  She already hates 
having a step-mother that's only fifteen years older than her."

	"She hates me?"  

	"Don't all daddy's girls?"

	"Oh!  Do that again."

	"This twisting thing?"

	"Oh!  Yes!  That!"

	A chuckle.  "I can't believe Carl has never taken your ass.  I 
remember looking at your behind at the wedding and wondering if he knew 
what to do with it."

	A laugh.  "He hates you, you know."

	"He hates me? I thought he liked me.  He was so nice to me last 
Thanksgiving.  Why would he hate me?"

	"Don't all men hate the guy who fucks their daughter?"

	A smile.  "True, but I bet he hates the son-in-law who fucks his 
wife even more."

	"Then let's really give him something to hate."

	"Is that your way of saying I should go faster?"

	A gasp.  "Yes."

	"Like this?"

	"Oh yes!"

	"Can Carl go this fast?"

	"Never!  Oh God, I wish he would!"

	"I'm glad he doesn't, or else I wouldn't be here to do THIS."

	A whimper.  "Fuck!  Does Denise like that too?"

	A grunt.  "Denise refuses to try."

	A moan.

	A climax.

	Another climax.

	And yet another climax

	"Maybe we shouldn't have done this."

	"Well, at least not on Father's Day."