I was trying hard not to bust out a hard on looking at George. "How about you?" I asked him "You camping with your wife?" "No, never married" George s...id. "It's just me. I love camping and getting out in nature." Again he was washing his cock and balls. Was it just me or did his cock seem to be growing? "I see. I'm with you--I love camping and just being out here in nature myself." I replied. As we were chatting, I too began to soap up and get some of that sweat and grime from setting up camp. . seriously Brad, what's the point? If I can't get myself off ... who the hell can?"She had a point there, though being my sister and all, I wasn't sure what I could really do to help her with. I mean ... I'm not a physiatrist, those sort of emotional problems are outside of my level of expertise here. I could counsel her to seek help elsewhere, or recommend someone, but as far as helping her myself went ... I wasn't really in any position to do so."No, I don't want to do that," she said simply. We headed over to where they had all the cars, and I told her, “Pick a car, any car.”She walked around until she found one of the old-school Detroit Muscle cars.I had her drive, and I got in on the instructor’s side, with the linked set of brakes, gas, and steering wheel. We headed over to one of the relatively easy tracks they use for evaluations of her basic skills.I should have gone on to a bit harder one instead. Susan didn’t even take a lap around to check it out.Her reflexes were a bit. Amanda managed a shake of the head but felt drawn into those deep emerald green eyes, and the doctor had not even started the treatment. She managed to stutter a question, "Doctor, how long will this session take? Only I have to be home for Mark at 5.30 pm!" Oh, please call me Lucy, I find being called Doctor all the time so cold and impersonal! "The first session should be around two hours, so you will still have time to get home to your boyfriend, Miss Smythe!" Doctor Anderson replied.Amanda.