A wave of feeling combining aching pleasure with the sheerest agony washed through her shivering body from toenails to hair ends, momentarily convulsing her hot young flesh and making her cry out as if fighting off an invisible attacker, her hand continuing to work furiously within the burning hot confines of her churning young cunt. And then there was one long, endlessly drawn-out groan from her parched young lips, and a cascade of perspiration exposed itself on her smooth young skin, joining a post-climactic rash which had traveled swiftly up her arms and right to the base of her throat. She groaned, moaned and whined, her voice fading away little by little as she managed only slowly to loosen herself from the blinding outswell of her dream-induced orgasm.

It was some time before her eyes opened again and she found herself staring at the ceiling, her body awash with perspiration, her lovely face flushed and warm, her thighs weak and trembling. Her loins felt as if they were lying in the sunshine of a warmish summer afternoon, quiet and content with a small surfeit of remaining pleasure echoing softly through the confines of her thighs.

"Oh, gosh," she breathed huskily, gulping as the force of her orgasm brought her fully awake. She tried to remember what it was that she had been thinking of in connection with Brute, but now somehow it seemed to escape her. Something about the two dogs in the park…

That was right. She remembered now. But why had she thought of Brute while she was making love to herself? Almost always she thought only of daddy. He was so worldly and mature and handsome, with gleaming teeth in a big smile, thick curly black hair that always looked glossy and wet, broad shoulders, long legs and narrow hips, and an immense chest full of wiry black hairs. Daddy put the little boys in school to shame.

He was such a man!