Let’s go back to the limited opportunities thing again. College wasn’t a realistic option because number 1, I couldn’t afford it, and number 2, ...y the time I graduated high school I was so disenfranchised with the whole idea that I just said fuck it. I was always a firm believer in the old saying “if you’re gonna do something, do it right, or don’t do it at all”. I was intelligent, disgruntled, and angry at the world. My mother had me late in life and she was getting up there in age by this. I spent a lot of time thinking about how unfair life was. To want something so bad and to know it could be yours if only you were a little more accommodating. It was unbelievable how many rationalizations I was able to come up with that would let me give in to what Gail said she required. Everything from a simple "Why should I care. I'm not using it" to a more complicated "If you really want something bad enough shouldn't you be willing to pay the cost?"I knew Gail was my other half the instant. So, let me assure you that nothing is wrong with mymind. No Swiss Cheese memories or anything of the sort. Got it?"After a moment, she nodded once in agreement. "Got it. Of course, ifyour brain did have big gaping holes, you wouldn't know it."I narrowed my eyes. "Katie, there are no holes in my head." Given the company you keep, that remains to be seen." Then she held upher hands defensively. "Sorry. Sorry. Please, continue."I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs at the knee. I. She pulled the tight foreskin back and rubbed the sensitive pink head between her thumb and index finger. Suddenly another little squirt of whitish fluid shot from the little opening in the tip. It sailed a few inches through the air before it landed onto her hand. She kept milking him and a few more cloudy drops oozed from the opening which she also collected in her hand. There was no mistaking it: this was sperm, little Jimmy’s first sperm. She turned up the oil lamp and beheld the little.