"Mmmmmmpfhhh!" she mumbled, as she thought delightedly, "Oh John honey… oh my darling John!!!"

John didn't know just why, but just as he reached the acute, mushrooming peak of his orgasm, and his head snapped back, he opened his eyes once more. From his mouth came a long wail of pleasure, and once more he saw the image of himself in the smokey mirror above the big round bed. But something struck him as odd. All he could see of Carrie was her blonde, still bobbing head, and her flowing silver gowned figure upon the bed, but in his imagination… and perhaps because of the cloudiness of the mirror, she bore a striking resemblance to their young daughter Tricia. He was stunned momentarily by the thought… but then remembering that the mother and daughter had always looked alike in certain ways, he pushed the thought rapidly from his mind.

The last drops of his semen were warmly accepted by Carrie's still hungrily milking lips as he felt his knees weakening. He felt her pulling him forward, and slowly his spent cock slipped from her sperm-flooded mouth as he fell onto the bed beside her.

"Did you like it, honey?" she asked, breathlessly, licking her glistening lips eagerly to absorb all of him she could inside her.

"You bet," he replied, reaching for her languid body. Before beginning the love-making he knew Carrie would expect from him now, John couldn't resist looking up at the ceiling again. This time he was looking for the resemblance, and found it immediately. As he pulled his wife's voluptuously willing body close to him, John wondered just what his daughter Tricia was doing at that moment that was making him think so much about her!

CHAPTER TWO

"I don't care what he thinks," Tricia thought as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom of her apartment in Queens. "He's not going to get me to give in to him!"