I was educated in the tubes..."As Phillip saw Rachael lower her eyes slowly to the ground, her facial expression getting sadder the lower it went, he ...uddenly understood like it leaped into his conscious. "Jean and Scott don't know what to think of you, do they? Emma gave you the code name and you feel Jean resents it."Wiping a tear from her left eye and sniffling, Rachael nodded her head, "Yeah." You know, I can't think of any kid who can come up with a worse childhood to live through. I am. It was literally running down my cheeks. I went back to sucking him this time with much more wetness. He grabbed my head and began fucking my face and calling me his panty boy chubby chaser. That sent me over the edge. I told him that I didn’t care what he wanted to do anymore. I said that I was ready for whatever. I got up and showed him the lube I bought. He smiled and had me lay on my back with my legs spread wide. He got up on the bed between my legs and started pinching my nipples with one. He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the extended part. His cheeks were red, his chest rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.“See, Daddy,” I purred, flipping up my skirt. “I'm not wearing that nasty thong. I'm wearing a proper pair of panties.”“Daddy's girl,” he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him.What was wrong with my. He had hoped that Chase would soon leave. Well, thanks to Sam, Chase was able to bear the evening meals and occasional tea parties with Emily’s friends. They made sure they were out most of the time to escape both of Sam’s parents, and so were able to both maintain a happy medium. After all the time they had spent together though, Chase was starting to get impatient. Although Chase talked about his life freely enough, Sam was still resigned, not giving away anything personal. Although Chase.