Sammy didn't answer immediately. "Sammy? Sammy!" demanded Barbara."Barb, I think he was going to Patty's house."Barbara blinked in surprise. "But why would he do that? He said she wasn't home this weekend."There was another silence. "Sammy!?" Barb, we got a call from a kid we go to school with. He said he saw Patty leaving the art show downtown with a guy she'd been walking around holding hands with. Bobby said he was going home when he left here. But I saw him head off in the other direction, toward Patty's house." Oh Jesus!" exclaimed Barbara. At the same time, it did help her to calm down. At least they knew where he'd gone. He hoped he was still at Patty's house, although now she was more worried that he was alone somewhere in the rain, with a broken heart."All right Sammy. Let me call over there and make sure he's okay, and I'll call you back." Okay Barb. Sorry about this."They finished dressing and went downstairs to the kitchen to make the call to Patty's house. After a couple. Then, I put my right hand up under my head so that it was between me and daddy’s thigh, palm down. I began moving my fingers, just kind of flexing them at first, but then stretching them out and pulling them back again so that I was massaging daddy’s inner thigh.I didn’t know if that would turn daddy on or not... It worked. Daddy’s breathing began to change. Not much, but enough that I could hear the difference.I moved my head. It had been only on his right thigh. Now it was cradled between his legs. I also move back a little so that I could feel his belly against the back of my head. Again, I just lay there a while doing nothing. I wanted daddy to think I’d just moved to get more comfortable. My right hand was still between daddy’s legs. I began to stroke his thigh again. His breathing quickened again. Something else quickened too. I felt his cock stiffen and rise up to poke into my hair next to my left ear. Good, I told myself.. Don’t scare daddy. As daddy’s program ended, I felt.
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