The thought of what she was doing brought a new swelling of desire to her loins and she groaned pitifully, tensing every single muscle in her small body, and letting the huge spongy head work its way into the outer lips of her moistened-pussy.

Clearly Art thought he was still dreaming. For she was able to feel the incredible sensation of his big cock-head against her jerking little clitoris and sparse young pubic fuzz for several minutes before he began to stir in a way that told her he was waking up!

"Oh, Daddy," she cried out… in spite of herself, "oh, Daddy!"

Art's eyes opened wide. For reality, this dream was just going too far! But when he saw his daughter's face directly in front of his, and distinctly felt her touch… her tight baby cunt sliding down over his cockhead… yes, just as it had once before! He jerked upright and his young daughter landed sitting on his hard thick thighs.

"Lee!" he cried, "Oh my God…my God,baby…what are you doing? What have I done? What's happening?"

Lee simply smiled, a bit nervously and reaching forward, grabbed hold of her father's erected penis. Art's hand instantly went down to remove her hand, but she clung to his thick rod with determination.

"Christ where's Dorothy… what are you doing here child?"

"I heard what you said, Daddy…" Lee said, quickly… she was afraid he was going to toss her out any minute. "You were dreaming about me weren't you?"

Art sat open-mouthed, momentarily abandoning his struggle with Lee's hand on his cock… it only seemed to be making it embarrassingly bigger anyway, he noted. "No…" he protested, still groggy from his deep sleep. "No… I was… it was… the shack… the…" Suddenly he paused, looking at his daughter as if it were for the first time. Her nakedness became apparent to him, as he could feel her small round buttocks pressing nakedly against his thighs. Her breasts stared defiantly back at him. His new wife, Dorothy, was nowhere in sight.