I felt like I must have turned eight shades of red. “Um, okay, sure,” I managed to answer.She took off her exam gloves, which surprised me a littl..., but I didn’t mind. Her hands were so soft that I enjoyed the feel of them touching my skin. She spread shaving cream around my dick and on my sac, which elicited an involuntary moan from me.She smiled, “Look, we haven’t even gotten to the actual treatment part yet, and your shaft is already responding.”She was right. While it wasn’t rock hard by. Up anddown.Mark seemed completely stunned. A dozen different emotions seemed to becompeting for position on his face. But then he exploded infrustration. "Gah! No! Get off me, you fag! I can't!" What?" I can't...look at you! Get off!" He lurched up and pushed Chris away.Chris leaned back and felt Mark's cock plop out of him."Am I really that fucking ugly?" No! I just... You're not a girl! You're a boy! And you're my mate. I can't... Don't look at me!" Ok! I won't look." He rolled. I shivered, my pussy clenching as I sucked so hard. My tongue danced across his cock. I stared up his chest, a dark shadow. Zanyia's head rested on him, her eyes open, reflecting what little moonlight penetrated the canvas.She let out a purr, her eyes twinkling.I shivered, my pussy clenching. I rubbed it with my fingers, dancing my digits on my clit before sliding them through my folds. Stimulation trembled through me. I moaned louder about my brother's cock, humming and vibrating his tip with. It was a present to myself” she said.I must have looked really puzzled because she then said “you do know what I mean, don't you?”The blank expression on my face must have been a give away.“Do you mean to tell me you don't masturbate?”“I'm not sure what you mean” I said.“You know...touch yourself “down there””.My parents always told me not to touch myself “down there” because it was dirty and, not being a rebellious c***d, I didn't.“I don't” I said.“Are you saying you never had an orgasm.