Run by the state, the children continued to receive a basic education, enough to make them useful members of the prole class, but not enough to inspir... them to excel. They were to be taught to read and write, along with basic math skills and a trade that would place them firmly in the underclass. Each pod was trained in a different skill set, one that would slot them cleanly into the labor force when they reached the age of sixteen. Katy's pod were to be sanitation workers.She only saw her. His hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation. "Stop? Stop teasing you?" Karen began lightly palming the head of his dick, polishing his knob with her hand. Precum was flowing freely from the slit, now, and her fingers were soon sticky with the stuff. Switching hands, she eagerly sucked her hand clean while he watched, still protesting. "Mommy never wants to stop teasing her little boy... I love knowing your cock is hard for me... I love making it salute when I walk in a room... all this. Mum told him that it probably too late."Dad, I want to be a girl. I am a girl." What about Football. (soccer)?" I don't want to play football anymore. I want to dance. I want to doballet." And what do we tell your teachers, your friends, your aunts, andeveryone else who knows Chris." Well," Mum said, "we can tell them that Chris has gone to live with arelative and one of his cousins has come to live here" What about Barbas?" We will give the children a potion, so if he comes again, they. The task at hand, discussing who knows what questions about human sexual response with my beautiful, shapely young daughter, suddenly seemed like it could be hard. Very hard. Holding-a-throw-pillow-in-my-lap hard.“Snap out of it, asshole!” my conscience yelled at me, as it delivered an imaginary swift kick to my ass. “That's your daughter! Pull yourself together and deal with it like the good father you are.”Sound advice. Yes, I can do this. I've potty-trained this k**. I've explained love and.