“Dad?!” I called for the fifth time before finally opening the door and letting myself in. Great, he was gone.
My eyes scanned his office, the perfect four-square room that was the only one that served as the best c*m-m**********n room in this whole mansion.
“Perfect.” I said as my eyes landed on his computer, which was on his desk. Quickly I tiptoed to it even though I had made sure no one else was home but me.
With my father gone for golf with his buddies, I had at least an hour, and I didn't want to waste it, so sitting in his chair, which still smelled of him, I went into his computer files to search for the videos that brought heaven to my eyes, and bingo, he was just in the middle of editing one.
“Oh yes.” I said and then stood up and pulled my shorts down. I didn't have any pant
