Her lips were pressed against her daddy's ear, and she whispered in it, "Do you shower with Mommy?"

"Sometimes," her dream father replied.

"How does she shower?" the girl wanted to know. "Does she soap herself all over? Does she cover those big breasts of hers with suds? Does she coat her groin with soap, too? Mommy's not like me down there," Jo Ann continued. "I haven't started growing hair down there, even though I'm shaving under my arms. Is Mommy really hairy in her crotch?"

"Yes, darling," her father whispered in her ear. "Thick brown hair, all springy and curled like a sponge. Now be quiet because we don't want mommy to hear us… "

"Didn't you do it with her today, Daddy?" Jo Ann asked in her dream.

"No," her father replied. "Your mother is a school teacher, and she's always in a hurry in the mornings. Besides, we don't make love all that often anymore. It's not like when we were young, and it was all so new and thrilling, like when we were first married."

"But I'm young, Daddy," she insisted. "Do I thrill you the way Mommy used to when you were first married?"

For an answer she felt his hand move between her thighs, though it felt suspiciously like her own hand, for when she had been awake, Jo Ann had often stroked her vagina. The girl lifted her right leg and let it lay on top of her father's left leg. She gasped as she felt the velvet length of what was supposed to be his penis move into her, and in her dream it was much like the pressure of her own middle finger. Like her own middle finger, it only went as far as her hymen, then stopped. But then, in her dream, his penis wasn't any longer and was unable to reach any deeper. The organ was not only inside, but seemed to be rubbing lengthwise along her slit, as well.