She gently eased her door all the way shut, still listening for any noise. She tiptoed down the hall at the speed with which she normally walked. She...stopped when she reached her older brother's door. Slowly, cautiously, she snuck past it, and she froze when she heard a sudden noise. For one horrifying second, she thought he would open the door and see her standing there, totally and completely naked, in the hall. Then she realized that it hadn't been the sound of a doorknob turning; she. She would lose all control over herself. Even if she was married. Even if she loved her husband, she wouldn't care. She'd just want to fuck me. There would be such consequences. But... I needed Dr. Senior to fix me. To explain to me what was wrong with me. There had to be some way to stop women from throwing themselves at me. As great as the sex was, it was so wrong of me to enjoy it.Right?Did these women have any self-control? Did the really want to have sex with me? It seemed like they were. A red mist descended over me and I reached out with my free hand. I gently ran my hand over her flat tummy and up as far as the bottom of her top. Above that were her naked tits and although I longed to keep going I knew I mustn't. At my first touch her body twitched slightly, but then she was still again, she made no sound. So instead of going up I went down with my hand, over her hips and then down passed her thighs to her knees. I glanced up to her face, her eyes were still shut tight but. I knew that it was going to be very exciting for both of us. “It’s your turn to play!” There was no way out of this. Well go ahead! I did it for you.. Now it’s your turn.” I insisted.“I have never seen a boy jerking himself off start to end, before… I want to watch you do it.” I said. “How did you feel while you were watching me? Hmmm?”“Well….I felt really excited and very……hot, it was amazing once again.”He answered. “That’s exactly how I feel now.”“I really want to watch you. I promise.” I.