I have no idea why she let me kiss her the way I did. She just kissed me back. "I am so sorry Abby; I shouldn't have."
"Should never have kissed me dad? Is that what you are saying, that you shouldn't kiss your daughter?"
"No. Sweetheart, no; I am not saying that. But I thought you were your mother for a moment. I am sorry. I almost touched you inappropriately. In fact, the kiss was a little over the top."
Her answer wasn't what I expected. She grabbed my face, turned it to her and crushed her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and warm. Her tongue grazed across my lips. I parted them and her tongue invaded. Her tongue danced a sonnet of love in each of our mouths. It was a good minute before she backed off and looked at me. "Was that inappropriate, daddy?" She asked seductively. Then she
