"That's because I never wanted to cheat on her before," her dream father whispered. "But with you, I can't help myself."

"Fuck me more and more, Daddy," she gasped.

"So good," the man in her dream whispered. "You're so soft and snuggly inside. I love the feel of your young, flat belly sliding over me this way. I love screwing you, Jo Ann. I want to go on doing it. You have the best, tightest, hottest little pussy in the whole world and your daddy loves it. Now that I've fucked it once, I have to go on fucking it again and again."

"Yes, yes, yes," Jo Ann murmured, rolling her hips and working her flat belly across her daddy's hard stomach.

Her mind remembered seeing photos of male statues with small penises resting against the sac containing the male testicles, and so in her dream she imagined that sac now slapping against her thigh. The cock, which she had called hard, but which her mind was unable to accept as anything other than soft velvet, continued pistoning slowly in and out of the tightness of her virginal womb, somehow or other stroking her clitoris the way the heel of her hand did when she pushed her finger into her vagina.

"Do you really like my cunt?" she asked timidly.

"I love it," he whispered. "I adore it. I'll never get bored with this wonderful little pussy. I can no more get bored with it than with the blue of the sky or the warmth of the sun, or life, itself. Why honey, you're cunt is the most important thing in the world to your daddy. I adore it, I worship it, and I want to fuck and fuck and fuck it again and again."