His history tab was already open, but being respectful I didn't browse through it or look into it deeper. However, a certain sentence did catch my eye... 'Boy sucking mature cock'. Now, I couldn't judge him given my affinity for older men, and out of sheer curiosity I opened it up and watched the video. It was an amazing video with a hot mature guy with a big uncut cock, getting sucked by a young man. Safe to say I was to turned the fuck on. Much go my embarrassment, Tommy was watching me from. There I was given the keys to my funeral home. After the grand tour and introduction to my staff, I was taken into one of the private rooms and explained the facts are of life.As I had suspected, Mr. DiTucci had a disposal problem. My job was to solve it.Actually, this was a little more complicated than at first glance. The authorities monitored funeral homes closely, even closer if the home had its own crematorium. I couldn't just fire up the burners and toss in a body. I had to keep records!. But my parents are leaving for Chicago in three weeks and want me living with them. My guess is that dad is concerned that the time I spend with Z will end up taking away the time better spent studying. I give my Team Girlfriend a lot of time that dear ol’ dad thinks would be better spent on homework. He hit the roof when I only got a B in Chem 1A. I had to skip many opportunities to enjoy my two favorite ladies in the world to get an A in Chem 1B. My A’s in calculus and probability theory. It was me.I tried to get "his" attention, but he walked right through me like Iwasn't even there."Okay, so this is the past. They cant see or hear me," I guessed.I looked at my younger self as he found his chair. He was twitching, andhad a hollow look in his eyes that worried me."How is it that I could have looked this bad, and yet nobody seemed tonotice?"Things seemed to blur, and it reminded me of watching a video rewind atsuper speed. Things then slowed, and I looked again at the boy I used.