Julie sat straight up as she woke in a sweat from the dream she was having. It had been so vivid, her father catching her and Lisa in bed together and then joining the two of them as they moaned and writhed on the bed. Where had that come from she wondered. It had been six years since she last laid eyes on Lisa.
Julie swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. Her nipples were erect and pressing against one of her father's old T-shirts. She had been wearing them since she was a small girl. It always made her feel closer to him.
She paused for a minute to pinch and squeeze her hard nipples. Mmmmmm she moaned softly. How she wished her father was doing that for her. She parted her legs slightly and was rewarded with the vague scent of her pussy. Her dream had made her so wet.
The abrupt ringing of the doorbell brought Julie out of her sexual trance. She raced to the front door.
"Who is it?" she asked, through the door.
"It's Dad!" Eric called out.
Julie unlocked the door and flung it open.
"Daddy!" she cried excitedly, jumping into his arms.
Eric lifted his daughter off the floor and covered her face with kisses.
"Oh baby! Today's the day!" he said, holding her tight against him.
Julie's T-shirt rode up to her waist, exposing her bare ass. Eric's hand slid down her smooth skin cupping her cheeks.
"Baby! You are naked under there," he teased.
"Yes Daddy," Julie laughed, "do you like?"
"You know I do, baby girl," Eric whispered as his tongue separated her lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Julie moaned, melting against his broad chest.
Breaking away, Eric whispered breathlessly, "Honey, you drive me crazy, but the movers will be here soon. Don't you think you should be getting dressed?"
"I don't know," Julie giggled, "maybe if I stay like this, the movers will work faster."
