Once I was born, he held out hope for a son. He wanted another child, one to carry on the name. As fate, or perhaps an angry God would have it my moth...r developed cancer, complication set in and she died. She shifted a bit then resumed her story. I wondered why she was telling me all this. My father was undaunted if God would not give him a son he would make his daughter the best man she could be. I was raised like a boy, taught to fight, like a boy, behave like a boy. He prepared me in so many. “God this was the greatest night of my life! I should introduce you to my girl friend she would love you.” She smiled and rubbed her nipples.She laid down on the bed next to me and we just laid there cuddling for a while and removed some of our clothing to cool off. Laci put her sexy clothes back in her bag along with her strap on.“Hey won’t you need something to wear home?” I asked her since she was naked and had just put everything in her bag.“Not really, It’s really late and I wanted to. My fingers rub up and down my wet slit as I continue teasing my nipples. Then without being subtle I remove my hands and reach for the baby oil. Andrew remains where he is, not quite sure what to do.I continue my charade of not noticing him and squirt a liberal amount of oil in the valley between my luscious orbs and on my flat stomach. I watch Andrew through the tinted glasses as my hands slowly spread the oil over my body. Slipping my hand once again under my bottoms and the other hand under. I clean up the puddle of cum on my desk and clean myself off too, and get dressed again. I click on my computer and watch my video record of my latest masturbation session, and sure enough, it is there, cumshot and all. Stroking, a tight fist, some Aveeno. It’s all there. But do I send it? Or do I delete it and just chalk it up to a moment of impulsiveness? A moment of being very, very horny and wanting to cum. A choice between the two. There is another choice, I think. Maybe that is the path I.