Dad was there, and looked up when we went in. He didn't smile thistime. His mouth dropped open instead. Saying nothing, I went in thekitchen to get a ...ola, letting him digest what he had seen. As I sippedon my drink I thought about the time I had spent in the mall, and thetotal lack of reaction to me. As much as I said that I didn't want todress as a girl, I had to admit that it wasn't that bad, except for thecorsolet of course. But with less than a month of school left, theentire summer, and. I’m playing with myself right now.I nodded my assent – frankly, I would have agreed to anything at this point. Surely enough the phone rang, and for a moment I ignored it, smiling at the camera, until I reached over and clicked the speakerphone button. I turned up the volume slider, which also served to enhance the microphone. If I was to put on a show, I didn’t want my audience of one to miss it! I returned to the task and hand with renewed enthusiasm – the groans were not fake, it was just. At that point, I was about to do anything to see her naked. I set up a hidden camera in her bedroom and filmed her one night after her shower. I would put that video clip on repeat for hours watching that beautifully perfect piece of flesh walk around naked. Even after months of jacking off to that same video clip, it never got old. Now, here I am, two days away from having sex with her. It was like my wildest dream was finally coming true. As I had expected, the next two days went by. When he finished he turned and stood beside me, 'Sorry about that', he said quietly, and I looked down to see it still pulsating and semen hanging like a spiders web from its bulbous end, all red and almost throbbing in unison with his heartbeat.He saw me gazing on it, as he unashamedly moved it by flexing his appropriate muscles. I smiled, what girl could not, I didn't feel threatened, just titillated seeing it move as if alive and the thick semen, knowingly a very dangerous stuff to a fertile.