The Proposal

Robert Ravers stared at his daughter, confused and waiting for the punchline. On one side of the office, behind his large, wide desk. Robert sat, taken aback by Heather’s question. When it became clear that the question wasn’t a joke, Robert turned serious, running a hand through his hair, sweeping it back and straightening out his shirt as he stood. Heather neither moved nor spoke, as he walked around to the front of the desk and leaned back against the edge, just barely sitting upon it as his eyebrows pulled in and his lips became tight, unsure exactly how to answer his daughter.

Across the room, in front of the door, Heather stood, stance wide and head held high as she remained rooted to the spot with her arms defiantly across her chest. And yet even in this serious pose, she looked sizzling hot, the determined look in her eye actually making her look even more sexy, if that were at all possible. Her large chest bulged over the top of her folded arms, straining her buttoned blouse, while her thin, tight skirt clung to her hips and if she only turned around her prominent round buttocks would have been perfectly obvious. But it was the eyes that caught the attention of Robert Ravers, reminding him of those same eyes staring up at him just yesterday as his own daughter sucked his cock and drank his cum.

Closing his eyes so that he could think, Robert Ravers found that to be a mistake. In the darkness of his shut eyes, he was bombarded with fantasies and memories, the two melding together of his daughter on his knees, staring up at him with those blue eyes she’d looked at him with her whole life. He found it disturbing and arousing, sick and twisted and hot and hardening. This contradiction had plagued him the whole night through, making his sleep ineffective and wearing away at his resolve. And then this morning had happened.

“Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Robert finally said, shaking his head of thoughts of his daughter just long enough to answer.

Heather’s eyes narrowed as she watched him carefully. “You know Lisa was arrested. The police were here yesterday and asked you about it. I’m asking if you set her up in order to **** her father to sell you their cabin?”

“I know about Lisa. I told the police I was missing Vicodin, which is the truth, but I didn’t put the **** in her bag,” Robert explained, as he made a ponderous face. “What I don’t know is how you came to have knowledge of my business dealings?”

“It was Ashley and Victoria’s idea. They saw several notices in the paper about land around Silver Lakes that you were buying up. When they pieced the plots of land together, they noticed that Carlos Rivera’s cabin was one of the few that you hadn’t bought,” Heather told her father, unfolding her arms as she began to relax. “So, that gives you motive, if we’re to believe you set up the teenager to put pressure on Carlos to sell his land to you. I thought it was a bit far-fetched, but I had to hear it for myself.”

“It’s true that I’m buying land around Silver Lakes, and that Carlos is proving to be a slippery devil, but I can assure you Heather that I had nothing to do with it,” Robert said with certainty. “As for trying to put pressure on Carlos, drugging his daughter might be a good plan, if it were in any way useful.”

Heather frowned and tilted her head. “Why wouldn’t that be useful? Carlos clearly thinks a lot of his daughter. It’s not likely that he’d storm a judge’s office but wouldn’t sell a bunch of land to help her out.”

“That’s true, but only if I made it clear why Lisa had been arrested, which could never be done without also implicating myself and making me a suspect to the police. And then there’s the matter of Carlos going and getting himself arrested,” Robert looked out the window at the morning skyline, trying not to look at the beauty of his daughter as he continued. “Now there’s nothing I can do until he’s either freed or goes to prison and I have to wait for the land to come up at auction when the family can no longer afford to keep it. If Lisa was framed, it wasn’t by me because there’s nothing about this plan that helps me in the slightest.”

Heather’s face brightened, clapping her hands together happily. “Wow, thank you daddy. I never believed you had anything to do with it, but now I can go back to my friends and tell them once and for all that it wasn’t you. Hopefully they’ll take my word for it.”

“They don’t have to,” Robert said, lifting himself from the table and walking round to the back of the desk. He picked up a dossier and tossed it on the other side of the table, facing Heather, motioning by hand that she should read it.

“What is this?” Heather asked as she walked up to the table where the file had landed and began leafing through the pages, glancing here and there, reading sporadic paragraphs and understanding the gist of what was being said.

“That is a proposal that I’d just finished drawing up this morning with the permission of the board. Since we weren’t going to be able to get Carlos to agree to sell by himself, we decided to allow him to invest in the project instead. He would subsequently receive dividends while donating the land to the company and he would go on to make money for as long as the business was profitable,” Robert said, pacing the room behind her as she read, throwing his arms up as he grew frustrated. “Not that it matters anymore. This proposal is useless, and I’ve lost a lot of face with the board over this whole mess. If someone did screw Lisa, they screwed me too.”

“I see,” Heather said, still reading the document, bent fully over the table, feet together with her ass pushed out, her tight skirt stretching over the width of her full, toned buttocks. Robert glanced at her rump and swallowed hard, quickly looking away as Heather continued, “Maybe we’ve been looking at this all wrong then. We assumed whoever framed Lisa and caused Carlos to get arrested was trying to help you, but what if they were against it? What if they were trying to screw you as well as Lisa?”

“That might be possible,” Robert admitted, scratching his chin. “There are board members who weren’t fully committed to the idea and environmentalists who had been threatening to protest if the project went ahead. But if that was the case why do anything at all? Carlos was already holding out and no-one knew about this proposal until yesterday when I brought it the board and they voted unanimously for it. I had my lawyers quickly draw up this contract for today because I wanted to present it to Carlos as soon as possible.”

“And now that he’s been arrested, the whole plan is going down the drain,” Heather concluded, having finished reading the contract but remaining bent over, showing off her large, round rump as she glanced over her shoulder and caught her father sweating as he tried not to stare. “Sounds like you’re getting stressed again…”

“Do you blame me?” Robert growled, frustrated by his powerlessness to correct the sinking ship that was his plan and also at his own urges towards his own daughter that were bubbling up again. “I may have a controlling share in the company but I’m still beholden the interests of the board. It’s not like they’d oust me over anything like this. I’ve steered this company right for years. But I don’t like losing, not this much money, and not like this.”

“What was the plan anyway?” Heather asked, softly wagging her ass from side to side to tease her father. “We figured out that you were buying all this land, but we never discovered what it was for.”

“Oh, well, I suppose there’s no harm in telling you. It wasn’t anything nefarious, although environmentalists would have you believe that I’m some kind of devil,” Robert revealed, his eyes following the oscillation of Heather’s butt. “But I was recently out at Cobalt Lake and noticed that the cabins out in there were more modern and spacious and offered much more amenities and entertainment. It also got me thinking about how many of the cabins at Silver Lake are privately owned, and what a waste it was. Azure Rock’s tourism and the park as a whole would see a lot more attention if someone were to update all of those cabins, and even build several more. I had a vision of an entire village, available to families and enthusiasts, right at the foot of the park itself.”

Heather was silent, her body freezing as she considered her father’s idea. She thought of the cabin, of all the times her father had brought her out to Silver Lakes growing up, and all the fond memories she cherished from her times there. She couldn’t imagine it not being there, or not being hers. In the future she had even hoped so one day bring her children there, to let them hike those woods, frolic in the warm waters of the lake, explore the secrets of the caves and to see their faces light up with wonder when they first stumbled upon the idyllic scene of the waterfall, just as she had as a little girl. And her father had planned to wipe that all away.

“I’m glad then that your vision was ruined,” Heather stated, a tone of fury rumbling just beneath her voice. “I can’t believe you were going to destroy the cabin, daddy.”

“It was just business, honey,” Robert swallowed, hearing Heather’s anger and noticing that her body had stopped its subtle movements. “And I didn’t know the cabin meant that much to you.”

“How can you say that?” He couldn’t see her face, bent over the table as she still was, but her voice was shaking. “Of course, it means the world to me, daddy. It reminds me of you.”

“I…” Robert’s voice cracked as he realised just how connected to the cabin his daughter felt. It was a part of her, just as he was, and she always wanted it to be part of her life, just as she always wanted him to be. And with those words the air in the office became thick and heavy with love and desire, Robert fully sensing Heather’s longing to become even closer to him. She no longer simply saw him as a father, but wanted him as man, craving both the nearness of a child to their parent and the union of lovers. The relationships that should never entwine, she wished to harness, to make them inseparable.

He opened his mouth again, unsure even what he was going to say, but found that language failed him. He knew what he should say, that he should ward her off and tell her that it was wrong. But hadn’t he told her those exact things just yesterday when she sank to her knees before him and sucked his cock? She didn’t care then, and she wouldn’t care now. She already knew the morality of it, the ethics and the legality and she didn’t care. She was simply driven by her heart’s desire, at the sacrifice of all else, even her soul, to love her father like a woman.

When he couldn’t speak, she did.

“Daddy,” she breathed, her voice heavy and strained. “There’s a legal term here that I don’t understand.”

It seemed like an odd tangent, but Robert would take any opportunity to change the subject, or at least distract himself from the memories and fantasies about his own daughter that were invading his brain and pervading his thoughts. He stepped up behind his daughter and leaned over her, looking over her shoulder to where her hand extended towards the proposal, her finger pointing to the word ‘and’. It was at that moment he felt his daughter’s ass back up against his crotch, his long, hard cock in his pants throbbing against the cleft of her buttocks.

“I…I was serious…about taking care of all your needs, daddy,” she cooed while rolling her hips, grinding her skirt clad rump up and down the enormous length of her father’s restrained cock. “I know this deal has been very stressful for you. Let me take all of that away.”

“Heather…” He groaned, closing his eyes as Heather’s ass stroked his cock, placing both hands on the table at either side of his daughter’s hot, young body to steady himself. “Yes-yesterday was a mistake. I should never have let that happen.”

“You shouldn’t, but you wanted it too, so you did,” Heather challenged her father as she slid her arms back and took hold of the hem of her skirt with a hand on each side. In one confident motion, while rolling her hips back against her father’s cock, she tugged at her skirt, slipping it up over the swell of her asscheeks until it was completely bunched up around her waist. “Let me show you how much I want you…how much I need you…how much I…love you…”

“Oh, ooooh fuck,” Robert sighed, raising himself up as he felt the new sensation of bare skin against his pants. But there was something else, a wetness bumping against the base of his cock that shouldn’t be there. He placed a strong, rough palm upon Heather’s back, coaxing a low moan from her throat, as he leaned back and looked between them. The sight before him was of Heather’s bare asscheeks, the bulge in his trousers wedged between, prying them apart. But where he expected to see a panty pressed against his cock shape, there was none. It was his daughter’s completely bare ass that had trapped his cock in its taut grip. “No-no underwear? F-fuck, Heather, I though I raised you classier than th-that.”

“You did, but when I thought of being in his office with you, all alone again, I couldn’t think of a single reason why I’d need them,” Heather sang sexily as she raised her own body upwards as well, pressing her back against her father’s chest as she looked up at his handsome, manly face.

Snaking one arm over his neck, she lightly applied some ****, pulling his head down to meet hers. He knew what she wanted, and aimed to defy her, though not by resisting her pull, which he didn’t, but by remaining tight lipped. Yet, the moment his daughter’s soft, warm lips touched his a bolt of desire shot through his body, his mind emptying and his heart yearning and he was instantly breathless. He opened his mouth to suck in air and found Heather’s mouth opening too, supping on her tongue instead. She drew his tongue into her mouth too with ease, the kiss growing deeper and hotter with each passing second as the blood related pair kissed like lovers, like no father and daughter ever should.

Even as he kissed her, the thought, the very idea, repeated in his head. ‘You’re kissing your daughter’, ‘you’re kissing your daughter’, ‘you sick fuck, you’re kissing your daughter’, ‘these are her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her sweet little moan’, ‘stop it, stop kissing your daughter!’. But he couldn’t stop it, he could only kiss her back, devouring her more hungrily than he had any woman in his life, even more than Monica. ‘Oh, god, Monica’ he thought, ‘she almost caught me kissing Heather once, what would she think if she saw me now?’ But his body didn’t care, subconsciously bucking his hard cock against his daughter’s bare ass.

Heather moaned as she felt her father willingly push his cock against her and responded by kissing him harder, lips smacking, tongues probing. But above all, what turned her on the most, what had her pussy flush and drooling down her legs, was the knowledge that this was their first kiss. Her first real kiss with her father. Not a peck on the cheek or a kiss goodnight on the forehead, a real, full, needy kiss that told her just how much he wanted to fuck her. And she responded in kind, letting him know just how much she wanted him to bury that monstrous cock inside his daughter’s tight, young snatch.

She dropped her hands down behind her and quickly found his belt buckle. With agile fingers, she undid the clasp and lowered the zipper, the two parts folding away but still his trousers clung to his body, held aloft by his long, thick cock jutting lewdly from his groin, stretching his clothes. She yanked at the pants, and boxers too, his cock bending downwards as his bottoms were pulled away. She inched his trousers down his cock in what seemed like forever, until finally it catapulted from it’s confines, smacking against Heather’s thigh loudly. She moaned as she felt his hot, naked meat against her own bare skin, releasing his clothes and letting gravity pull them to a pool at his feet.

The freeing of his cock, the cool air against his tool, sent a warning signal through the fog of lust in Robert’s brain. Enough to make him take a step back, but not enough to make him move away faster or pull up his trousers and imprison his cock again. Heather reached back, refusing to be denied and grabbed her father by his tie, pulling him back towards her as she humped back against his cock. In the interim, her father’s cock had slipped into the space between them and as such was the first part of him to reconnect when she pulled him close again. His massive mushroomed head knocked against her entrance, tugging at her hole, causing Heather to arch her back and moan to the ceiling. It lasted only the briefest of moments, before his cock slipped upwards, rather than downwards into her pussy. Instead it slid between her asscheeks, his thick cock obscenely spreading the two round globes apart.

“Aaaaaaah,” Heather breathed out a relieved, satisfied sigh as she felt her father’s cock, straight and hard like a piece of iron, pressed against her ass. His balls rested against her pussy lips, his shaft snug between the soft, pillowy grip of her cheeks, feeling the heat of the underside of his cock across her wrinkled little butthole, the fat, bulbous head poking out above, next to her tailbone. All at once her mind and body marvelled at how long her father’s cock was, measuring the complete height of her rump and then some, as the sheer weight and heat of his proud, thick meat sent tingles running up her spine.

Feeling so warm and completely aroused, she had to break the kiss just to breathe, falling forward and placing both hands back on the desk to steady herself. Her father’s strong, rough hands gripped her waist, lovingly catching her from falling too far but the sensation of his fingers pressing into the body only made her body shudder harder, her panting breaths becoming excited whimpers. Her pussy twitched as desire shot through her body and involuntarily she bucked back against her father’s long hard cock, sliding her ass cheeks up the length of his cock until his tip disappeared between the encompassing flesh of her buttocks.

“Oh, fuck, honey, that’s good,” Robert groaned as Heather’s cheeks slid back down this shaft, his cock flexing against the grip of her buttocks around his cock. He looked down, unable to believe that it was truly his own daughter’s ass wrapped around his cock, confused by the words that were coming out of his own mouth about his own flesh and blood child. He should have felt sick to his stomach but instead it just felt good. Right. “How is it fucking possible for your ass to feel this fucking good against my cock?”

“Oh, daddy, don’t tell me none of your office sluts ever let your stick it between their butts? I find that hard to believe,” Heather chuckled as she bounced her ass up her father’s cock again, knowing that he liked it and enjoying the warm flesh on flesh union herself.

“S-sure, but none of them felt like this. Like my cock was just made to fit between their cheeks,” Robert growled, gasping as Heather lowered her lips again, her sweat coated cheeks slipping down along his shaft, his cockhead leaking precum over the top of her ass. The sexy, dark-haired daughter shuddered as she felt the warm liquid run down over the swell of her cheek. “I-I never fucking imagined it’d be my own fucking daughter’s ass that’d feel so perfect on my cock!”

“Ssssh, not so loud. Ashley and Hannah are right outside the door…unless you want everyone to know it’s your daughter’s big round ass that’s making you moan, huh?” Heather teased in a whisper, glancing over her shoulder at her father with lustful eyes. She rolled her hips back against him again, moving faster this time and stretching a little bit, his cock head dropping deeper into the crevice between her cheeks. “Besides. I’ll tell you a secret if you’re quiet.”

“What is it?” He asked immediately, a little too loudly, the feeling of his daughter’s ass sliding back down his cock with the quick, long stroke momentarily making him lose control of the volume in his voice. Clearing his throat, he tried again, straining to keep his voice low. “Tell me.”

“The reason it feels so good is precisely because it’s your daughter’s ass rubbing against your big, manly cock,” Heather revealed, her ass massaging his cock fast and long as she spoke, effectively wanking her father with her cheeks, raising herself up on her tiptoes so that her father’s tip slipped even lower in her crack, brushing over the entrance to her asshole. “Didn’t I tell you before that only a good daughter can take care of all her father’s needs?”

“Y-yes, you did. And if that’s true, this must make you the best daughter in the whole world,” Robert said as his daughter’s ass dropped back around his cock, her soft, warm cheeks sliding down over his glans and along his shaft until his balls bumped against her sticky, wet pussy lips again. “The way your ass falls around my cock, I feel like I could cum at any second.”

It wasn’t an easy thing for Robert to admit. With his wealth of experience and stamina, his sexual endurance was bordering on the masterful. But the way his daughter’s ass cheeks rose and fell upon his shaft had his cock tightening and his balls tingling, even more so every time he looked down as the pretty gasping face glancing back at him and was reminded that it was his own daughter’s ass that was bringing him so close to orgasm. He felt like a young man again, ready to blow at the slightest touch, such was the power his daughter’s body had over him.

“Not yet, d-daddy,” Heather ordered, rising her ass back up along her father’s cock, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she lifted her body up onto her tiptoes, straightening out her legs, laying her face flat against the polished wood of the desk as she raised her ass high. His cock sunk down, all the way down between her asscheeks to the otherside, glancing over her wrinkled, dark asshole and nudging at her swollen, wet lips. Her hole gaped for him, looking for the mushroomed head to slide right in but it only knocked without entering. For any other cock it would have been enough, but for her father’s monstrous beast of a manhood, it would require that extra stretch for that last inch. Frustrated at missing her mark, she growled back at her father, “Another minute and I’ll be right there with you.”

It was true. Heather’s pussy, despite being largely untouched by her father’s cock, was twitching and leaking from the pressure of the hot, stiff cock shape grinding between her asscheeks. With every gentle spasm, a surge of joy rose through Heather’s body, intensifying as she triumphantly thought of her father’s bare cock against her nude buttocks. Smaller, miniature orgasms gripped her when she thought about taking his raw cock inside her hungry pussy, and so, with every successive stroke of his cock with her ass, she bounced a little higher and slid her father’s cock just a little lower, coming ever closer to taking it in her wet, hot hole. And she knew, if she did, the true orgasm was waiting for her there.

Robert could tell what she was doing. Every time her ass role up his cock, it left a trail of sticky juices along the underside of his cock. And when he felt his tip rub the edge of her pussy hole, he knew he was close to entering his own daughter. His cock flexed at the very thought. And had he bent his knees or pivoted his hips, just a little, at all, his cock would have dropped right to her doorstep. But he froze. It was one thing to let his daughter blow him, or to rub her buttocks back against him, but to actually penetrate her, to be joined physically and sexually as well as blood, he wasn’t sure that he was ready to cross that line.

“Heather, sweetie, honey, I don’t know if we should-” He began, but it was too late.

His dark-haired daughter was already rising her ass up once again, rolling on the balls of her feet, hoping up onto her toes as she straightened out her legs and arched her back, flicking her hips upwards. Both father and daughter’s eyes widened as they felt it. Robert’s thick cockhead pushed its way into his daughter’s dripping hole, stretching her lips lewdly around the thickest part of his glans, her already gaping hole aching as it was widened even further by only the tip of her father’s cock. She held him there, having actually heard his objection amidst her movement, and as much as she wanted to push back, to sink down on that masculine specimen of a dick, she wanted it to be his decision as much as hers. But this much she needed, to feel even just the tip of her father’s cock enveloped in her wet, tight folds, and as she felt his cock twitch, she smiled, knowing that he needed it too.

“I’m inside you…I’m inside my own daughter…my cock is inside my daughter’s pussy…I’m inside…” Robert chanted, his eyes staring down between their bodies at his cock, the head out of view because it was inside his daughter’s tight hole. She felt gloriously fitted and warm and wet and wonderful and…his ballsack grew taut as his cock became even harder and straighter. He knew what it all meant, and he was helpless to stop it as he came, his slit opening and squirting out the first shot of his creamy seed as he howled, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming…I’m cumming inside.”

“Ah, yes, give it to me daddy, gimme it all,” Heather sang back, pleased with herself as she felt the first spurt of his hot, thick cum fire off inside her.

A load, just as big as the one he’d shot down her throat just the day before, so thick and heavy that it filled her belly; another enormous load just like that was overloading her pussy, the excess leaking out around his cock. And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Between the knowledge that it was her daddy’s cock finally penetrating her hot, daughterly hole, the pleasurable ache of her pussy lips stretched around his thick, fat cockhead and finally the hot, creamy seed of her own father filling her up, her body gave away to her own orgasm. Her whole body shuddered, her inner walls spasming and twitching, constricting around her father’s top, coaxing out even more of his cum as joy shot out into her body in every direction from the depths of her core.

Neither one moved. They simply stood together, one cock flexing, one pussy twitching, lost in their orgasms. The utter delight of just this contact, of this slight penetration, seemed to last for eternity, minutes becoming hours until Heather was sure she’d lived the whole of her life in that office in that one moment with her father’s cock inside her. She revelled in it, indulged in it, became completely immersed. She laughed inwardly to think that, only two days ago, she felt hot and bothered to simply say ‘daddy’ and here she was taking his seed inside her. And delusion that this might have quenched whatever dark, incestuous desires lay within was sorely mistaken.

Their orgasms subsided, though Robert’s stiff, semi-hard cock remained lodged in his daughter’s pussy. He slumped over, placing his hands on either side of Heather as he bent down to catch his breath. Heather relaxed against the table, enjoying the cool wooded feel against her flush, warm face.

“Next time…” Heather purred, still panting to catch her breath, “I want the whole thing inside me.”

“Next…next time?” Robert leapt back, his cock slurping from his daughter’s pussy, a torrent of his fresh, hot cum pouring out of her stretched hole while she whimpered. He watched it gush out, his cock flinching as he took note of how much he’d filled her with. Hastily he pulled up his pants and stuffed his cock back into his boxers. “There shouldn’t even have been a this time.”

“Hm, I seem to remember you saying the same thing yesterday when your cock was in my throat,” Heather reminded him, reaching across the desk and pulling a dozen tissues from a box. She stuffed them between her legs, catching the gooey drips of cum that fell from her gaping hole. “You can’t deceive me, daddy. I know that you want to fuck me almost as much as I want you to fuck me.”

“What I want and what I should do are two very different things,” Robert insisted, buttoning up his bottoms, glancing over at his daughter’s ass, still naked and pushed out as she soaked up his cum with the multitude of tissues. “I’m your father for fuck’s sake, I should know better.”

“Daddy, this isn’t going away. You can’t just ignore it. The sooner you accept it, like I have, the better it’ll be, trust me,” Heather said as she finished wiping between her legs. Her lips still glistened with the leftover sheen of cum, but she’d managed to wipe away most of the load that managed to seep out. She tossed the tissues in the bin and straightened up, pulling down her skirt around her thighs and finally hiding her beautiful ass and pussy from her father’s eyes. She turned to face him, asking, “don’t you already feel less stressed and more relaxed? Imagine that, but better and every day?”

“No, I’m even more stressed because my daughter wants to fuck me and is telling me there’s no way around it,” Robert grunted, rubbing his forehead. He needed to assert his authority as her father. She had too much control in this situation when he should have been the one telling her how it would be. He changed the topic, telling her, “And I don’t want you involved in this Lisa **** planting case anymore.”

“Eh? What?” Heather’s face dropped.

“If it’s the board or someone else, I’ll get to the bottom of it. This is too serious and too dangerous for a high school cheerleader-”

“Cheer captain,” Heather corrected, indignant.

“You’re still too young to be making these kinds of decisions and going out confronting people about these matters. This is an adult problem that requires an adult solution. Go back to the cabin, Heather and forget about all of this.”

Heather took a deep breath, understanding that he wasn’t necessarily talking about the case with Lisa and Carlos. On some level he was, but she knew that he was also trying to reject her sexually, as softly and tenderly as he could without offending her. She closed her eyes, breathing through her frustration. She so desperately wanted him to acknowledge the depth and power of her feelings, but she also knew that she needed to give him his own time to come to understand the depth and power of his own feelings, just as she had.

With a sexy strut, she sauntered over to him, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

“When you’re ready, you know where to find me.”

Her father was speechless, and Heather was fine with that. There was nothing left to say. She turned on heel and walked to the door, throwing it open and walking out of her father’s office, her body flush with a post-sex glow and an elated, triumphant smile plastered upon her face.